Divorce Has Never Felt This Good

Divorce Has Never Felt This Good Chapter 165

The commotion behind the door subsided. Rory stared at his empty glass and was lost in thought. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally reached for the decanter next to him, poured a glass of wine, and drank it all in one go.

The words Becky told him at noon were much louder than the smack itself. He could recall her exact words to him even now.

“You make me sick!”

“People make mistakes when they are young. I was young back then, so I did, too. I did love you, yes, but that doesn’t mean I still do.”

His presence, she said, made her feel sick.

Just how absurd! She loved him deeply. How could he make her feel sick?

Wasn’t she in love with him?

She wanted to show him how much she appreciated him by drawing his sketch for his birthday.

Rory was perplexed as to why the woman who had previously loved him so much would now feel sick of him.

Was it because he exposed her love for him and that made her ashamed and angry?

Maybe it was because her feelings for him were insufficient.

Rory felt ridiculous considering this.

He poured himself another glass of wine and drank it.

The living room was dim since only a small light was on, and there was an overpowering smell of alcohol and nicotine.

Rory put out his cigar, lay back on the couch, and close his eyes. Instinctively, he recalled what Aiken had said.

Aiken said that Becky had previously created a comic book entitled “Only I Know” about him. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

When did Becky begin creating her own comics?

Rory reasoned Aiken was deranged. On the basis of a sketch, Aiken assumed Becky was the creator of the comic book.

Rory, too, suspected insanity inside himself. He used his phone to search for the comic book.

A little narrative was given in the comic book. There were only thirty chapters in total. It was a story of a high school girl who fell in love with a boy from another school.

Rory didn’t believe the sort of narrative that was intended to appeal to young girls had anything to do with him.

However, his opinion changed when he saw the hero’s visage when he was seated on a restaurant chair.

Rory scowled and speculated that maybe he had been intoxicated and misjudged it.

He couldn’t believe his eyes.

Even though he didn’t think it was true, he nonetheless got up, went to the study, and printed that page. He combined that page with the sketch that Denise had discovered.

The two characters had the same appearance.

And Royi was the name of the comic book’s creator.

It led Rory to suspect he must be insane. How else could he have believed Becky had painted the comic book?

Maybe Becky covertly secretly took a picture of him and then paid someone else to draw it. Additionally, the comic book’s creator was the same person she hired to paint.

It must be this way.

As he studied the sketch, Rory became mad recalling what Becky had said earlier that day.

He didn’t think she was that into him! And he didn’t believe she created that sketch!

What a ridiculous joke!

The sound of paper shredding was very abrupt in the quiet study.

Rory became more and more dejected as he stared at the torn-up sketch on the floor.

It seemed as if a thorn had penetrated his heart.

Normally, the thorn didn’t hurt, but he could feel its presence.

Even if the searing sensation wasn’t extremely excruciating, he was unable to ignore it.

In the same way that he despised Becky after their divorce, Rory detested this feeling.

At that moment, he thought Becky wasn’t honest.