Sweet Divorce

“Rita, I know you still care about me.”

Rita was thinking about how to appease Liam when Michael hugged her again. “I know it. It’s not just talk when you wrote the love letter and said you liked me.”

Rita’s eyes rounded at his words.

Love letter?

She liked Michael?

Well…

When did it happen? How come she never knew?

But it was not the point whether it happened or not. The point was that she, out of the corner of her eye, saw Liam was growing more and more furious.

This ordinary living room seemed to become unadulterated hell suddenly where Liam became the bloodthirsty Satan, saturnine and frightening.

As if he was going to kill everyone in the room the next moment.

His eyes, and his look were too forbidding.

In a cold sweat, Rita was unnerved by him.

Drat!

She had not figured out how to calm Liam yet, but Michael ignited Liam’s anger again.

Well done – Liam bristled with rage now.

Rita did not want Liam to take it out on her, so she pushed Michael away. “Nonsense. Michael, when did I write you a love letter and say I like you?”

She didn’t and hadn’t done that.

‘Dear, don’t say that again… You maybe have had enough of your life, but I haven’t. I’m afraid that he would skin us alive.’ Rita said to herself.

Gloomy, Michael frowned at her reply. “Rita, you really wish to disassociate yourself from me, right? So much so that…” you would lie about it.

Michael did not spit out the following words.

He lifted his eyes to stare at the pretty girl standing in front of him, with a trace of disappointment and sadness flickering across his eyes.

Michael looked so sad, which made Rita begin to doubt herself – did she really sent him a love letter?

They did know each other back then.

But that was all, and they were not so familiar to meet in private.

was young, but it was definitely

would

it go

when someone spoke with indifference behind her. “Mr. Davies, Rita does not like you, so

really put much effort to alienate my

want to mention it again, but he was

“Mr. Wilson, don’t make fun of me. I do not have the

Michael took out a piece of

carefully and held it to Liam’s eyes. “Mr. Wilson, you must be able

eyes and

“Dear Michael:

abrupt, and you might find it too surprising to accept, but I have to tell

I like you.

really, really

moving letter. And Liam’s face was

beautiful handwriting was from

Michael hadn’t lied?

had had a

impassively, with unknown feelings in

Rita also peeped

was shocked

was it her

and read it again and again. Then her face grew pale gradually.

can pretend nothing happens if you don’t

and put the letter back in his pocket meticulously. Then he looked at Rita who was still bewildered, smiling at her gently. “Whether it is from you or not, I truly like you. And I don’t want to give up even

“Michael…”

and

Michael left directly after he

stayed still, with her thoughts in a

a bombshell and leave without

for me to

to Liam hurriedly. “Liam, listen, I never

had a crush on him, it

right, it was

when she heard his

she felt the pain in her jaw

to looked up at him. “So… you

from outside, Jacob happened to heard

lips had a

seen how Michael confronted

Liam should be angry and want to figure out what was with the letter and what was between