This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

“Where are you heading to, President Reed?” the driver asked once Sonia got into the car. She placed her walking stick aside as she replied to him. “Bring me to City Stadium, please.”

“Okay.” The driver started the car. The trip from Paradigm Co. to City Stadium was a 1-hour long car drive. The stadium was known for being one of the most congested areas in Seafield as it was close to the city’s airport, so Sonia found herself caught in a jam. Time continued to tick, and the clock struck 4.00 p.m. while they were still on the road.

Meanwhile, Tyler was dressed in a black jersey with the number ‘8’ printed on it. He was warming up on the court while glancing at the audience seats. A disappointed look formed on his rather pale face when he saw that the two spaces that he had pre-booked were empty. What’s up with them? Why did neither of them come?!

“Hey, Fuller, what’s up?” One of Tyler’s team members came over and tapped him on the shoulder. Tyler shook his head. “Nothing,” he muttered in a rather dispirited tone.

“Well, you should rush over if nothing’s up. The coach is asking us to gather.” The teammate pulled his hand back and strode toward the rest area that was prepared for the players. After taking a final glance at the audience seats, Tyler turned and went after his teammate.

Beep! The players officially got into their rows after the whistle blew, and the match began after each party shook their opponents’ hands. Tyler was the small forward and also the star player of the team. Once the person in the center passed the ball to Tyler, Tyler would begin to travel with the ball. His actions were swift, and it only took him a single dodge to avoid the opponents’ attacks. Without much effort, he brought the ball past the free-throw line and tossed it into the ring. He scored! The audience cheered for them, and Tyler gave his teammates celebratory high-fives. “You’re amazing, Fuller. It’s only the start of the game, and you’ve already shown them who’s king,” one of the teammates said.

right. If we go on like this,

on and tapped him on the shoulder. Tyler nodded while throwing a glance at the same spots in the audience seats. The two spots he had saved were still empty. At that moment, he could feel tears forming in his eyes as he felt sorry for himself. He put in so much effort to get two tickets for the best spots in the stadium, in hopes that they would come and watch him during the competition. Yet, neither one of them

his members sent the ball into his hands, and he dribbled it while preparing to score. The other team already knew that he was a formidable opponent, so three players stepped forward to play defense while he attacked; they wanted to stop him from scoring. Tyler’s heart sank when he realized that three players were surrounding him, for he had understood that he was their main target. The

stadium at 4.30 p.m. “I’ll wait for you in the car, President Reed,” the driver

during the match. She soon found her answer when she shifted her gaze to the scoreboard—the scores were at 20-40, with

crowd to give her space so that she could make her way to her seat. By the time she finally arrived at her spot, she caught sight of someone walking toward her. She froze when she exchanged glances with the other person—it

he noticed that Tyler had another ticket in his hand. The seating number was the one next to the seating number on Toby’s ticket. Before this, Toby assumed that Tyler would give the ticket to his friend, but Toby was surprised that Tyler had

her seat. “Yeah, he gave it to me.” If she knew that Tyler had given another ticket to Toby, she would’ve never agreed to come. However, she had no choice

her seat, Toby did the same, for he didn’t want to block the

you talking to me?” Sonia

talking to?” Toby’s handsome face darkened as he spoke. We are the only two people we know in the

upon the court as she spoke. “I’m not interested

the mood to care about him, so she watched the tournament in silence as well. After a while, Toby carefully turned his head a little to peek

them began to voice their complaints. “Sh*t. What sort of nonsense is this? Our opening was so good, and I thought our national team would definitely win this round.

Kosovo is probably going to beat us by triple the number of points