Sweet Divorce

Chapter 190 Our Past Joy Was A Mirage

Hearing that, Liam’s pupils shrank on the bed. “Say that again, Rita!”

The man’s face was sunken, each syllable dripping with anger.

In an instant, a massive pressure emanated throughout the room.

Even though she’d been prepared, faced with his intimidating glare, Rita’s spine ran cold with sweat.

She forced herself to remain calm and spoke. “I said, I’ve had my fill of fun. I’m done. Let’s break up, Liam!”

Liam’s deathly stare centred on Rita as she repeated what she’d said, his hands crumpling his covers.

She’d been laughing yesterday over how he ought to propose before getting remarried, but just one night later, they were breaking up.

The usually collected man flew into a rage. “The reason!”

Faced with his demand, Rita wasn’t surprised.

As he’d slept through the night, she’d thought over everything he’d go through already, and of course, she had an excuse ready.

She shrugged nonchalantly. “I loved you so much in the beginning, but because of a misunderstanding, you destroyed all my pride and my dignity. I even had my left leg broken because of you…

“You don’t think, Liam, that with everything that’s happened, I’d still be stupid enough to soften because you saved me, and really start over with you, do you?

“I never fell back in love with you. I only got back together with you to get revenge.”

Liam frowned, not buying it for a second. “I could see in your eyes that you felt something when you were with me. You can’t lie to me, Rita. Something happened after I fainted last night to make you say all this about breaking up.”

Their eyes met, and for a second, Rita was afraid.

Afraid that all her lies could be seen through that easily.

But soon, she turned her fear into a leering smile. “If I didn’t put on an act like I really felt something for you, how could I draw you in?”

“So?” Liam asked on, not comprehending.

Rita retracted her smile and steeled her heart. “So I wanted you to feel what it’s like to be hurt to the core by someone you loved so much – that’s my revenge against you, Liam Wilson!

“I thought it’d have taken some more time to reach that point, but when you pushed me away without hesitation last night when the chandelier fell, I understood that your feelings for me had developed enough.

“That’s why the cards are coming out.

“Does it hurt to be toyed around like this by your lover, Liam?”

“I want the truth, Rita!” Liam didn’t believe a word of what she said, but it still hurt him.

Rita remained expressionless. “That was the truth. The moment I got back together with you was the moment I started getting even! Now that I’ve accomplished my goal… there’s no need to see each other any longer.”

With that, she turned and left the ward.

Not so much leaving as fleeing.

She was afraid that if she stayed for one more second, she’d soften and become incapable of leaving entirely.

Liam ripped his arm out of his IV feed and pulled her angrily to his side, gritting his teeth. “I don’t believe you, Rita.”

Rita gazed at the man’s bleeding arm, her heart in agony.

But despite the agony, she hardened it. “That was the tru- mmph!”

Before she could get the word out, the man’s lips sealed hers.

She twisted her face to get out of the hold, but his hands secured her waist firmly in his embrace, not giving her any room to squirm.

The kiss broke down Rita’s defenses and she found herself back in his arms.

“let’s get remarried tomorrow, Rita.”

The man’s sonorous voice grew low and raspy, with a hint of pleading.

He’d once been such a proud, cold man. But for her, he was willing to lower his head into the dirt.

If she willed it, he would have plucked stars out of the sky for her.

But…

Sorry, Liam.

Rita sighed to herself, contained her tears and pushed the man off, roaring, “Enough, Liam! Don’t you understand? I don’t love you. I can’t get remarried with you.”

Rita wasn’t particularly strong, but Liam had been heavily injured last night and his body was weak. The shove sent him reeling back into the glass on the desk.

The shards of glass stabbed into his palm, drawing blood.

Seeing him wounded again, Rita’s gut wrenched, and she almost ran over to help him up.

But to truly drive it home, she turned around and left without even a look back.

Looking at her firmly receding back, the man on the ground clutched at his aching chest.

She was leaving him just like that.

Rita, were you really with me just to get even?

Were you?

Not long after Rita left, Jacob pushed inside with breakfast.

Seeing Liam’s state on the ground, he jumped and helped him up. “What – what’s wrong, Mr. Wilson? Why’s your hand bleeding again?”

Liam didn’t reply, looking at his bloodied hands with a complicated expression.

“And why are you alone in the room – where’s Rita? Where’s she run off to instead of looking after you?” Jacob didn’t notice the strange expression Liam was wearing while he helped him up.

Liam had put his own life in danger to save her yesterday, but this woman had disappeared!

Hearing the word “Rita”, Liam’s chest tightened.

He’d forgotten that he still had glass shards in his palm. His fist clenched up, and the shards stabbed another quarter-inch into his flesh. Blood flowed.

“M-Mr. Wilson!!!” Jacob panicked, hurriedly loosening the man’s hand.

Even though he’d realized Liam was being off, he didn’t ask about anything. He rushed over to medical staff and called them over to deal with the wound.

When the glass had been cleared out of the cuts and the wound had been bandaged, only then did Jacob speak. “This wound is because of her, too?”

Jacob didn’t give a name, but both of them knew full well who he was talking about.

Liam’s expression sank, which counted as an acknowledgement.

Jacob grew frantic. “You got injured because of her yesterday, so what’s with today, then?”

“…” Liam remained silent, but his eyes were turning colder and colder.

What was it with today?

He wanted to know what had happened with that woman too, to drive her to a breakup.

The man lifted his head and looked coldly at a puffing Jacob. “Check it.”

“Check what?” Jacob demanded, bewildered.

I’m not a brain parasite, Liam, quit with the riddles, please.

“Every detail on who Rita contacted and what happened after I fainted last night.” Something must have happened. She wouldn’t have become like this for no reason.

He didn’t believe any of her spiel.

Any of it!

“Uh… that’s…”

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Jacob had wanted to ask if something had happened, but Liam’s authoritative glare stopped him in his tracks.

Feeling the chill in the man’s glare, he cleared his throat and beat a hasty retreat. “Fine, all right, I’ll go do that. You get some rest.”

Goddamnit!

For some reason, every time this couple went to war, he was caught in the crossfire.

Did I desecrate your family grave in a past life, Rita Brown?

Are you wreaking vengeance on me after you’ve reincarnated?

Muttering silent complaints to himself, Jacob went off obediently all the same for his Mr. Wilson, to check what happened last night.