Chapter 95
Michael tossed a stack of divorce papers into the air, and the sheets scattered everywhere with a rustling sound in the wind.
Faced with his rude behavior, Cleo's eyes turned red. She never expected he'd be in such a rush to divorce her, using such a disgusting way.
"Let's get divorced then."
Wiping her tears, Cleo suddenly laughed. I immediately understood the pain in her eyes. As a woman myself, I knew this was the most helpless and heartbreaking moment for her.
Besides divorce, she had no more dignified way to protect what little self-respect she had left.
"Good that you know what's best."
Michael bent down, casually picked up a sheet from the floor, pulled a pen from his bag, and handed it to Cleo. "Better to part on good terms, it's good for everyone."
"Yeah, good for everyone."
Cleo smiled bitterly, her hands trembling as she signed her name.
From this moment on, she would no longer be Michael's wife. I watched her wipe away tears sadly, each stroke of her signature cutting deep.
As soon as Cleo finished signing, Michael immediately snatched it from her hand, as if afraid she'd change her mind the next second.
"In such a hurry? Don't worry, I won't change my mind." Cleo pointed at his nose. "You'll regret this. Soon you'll realize that losing me means your good days are over too."
Saying the toughest words, yet feeling the most hurt.
I walked to her side and patted her shoulder. It's too cold, let's go home first.
Cleo kept shaking. She looked at Michael with stubborn defiance yet deep affection. I thought, if he regretted it right now, she would still choose to forgive him.
She could even tolerate his cheating—she loved him that much.
"My good days are just beginning. You have until tomorrow to pack your things, or I'll throw everything out."
"That eager to bring her home?"
Michael glared at her. "I won't say it twice. We'll never see each other again."
He was being too absolute. How could they never see each other again? If Cleo didn't go with him to handle the divorce procedures, the divorce still wouldn't be finalized.
It was just a signed divorce agreement, after all.
But Cleo probably wouldn't look back.
Michael left satisfied, and the three of us got in the car, each lost in our own thoughts.
The driver drove very slowly, probably having overheard some of our business.
"Don't make things hard for him, just let it go."
Cleo's attitude suddenly changed. Hearing that Levi wanted to settle the score with Michael, she told Levi not to make things difficult for Michael.
All those harsh words she'd said meant nothing. Betrayed as she was, instead of fighting for more of her own interests, she was still thinking about Michael.
I could tell that Levi had wanted to deal with Michael for a long time. How could he easily tolerate someone bullying his family like this?
"Don't be confused about what matters."
Levi didn't plan to let Michael off easily. He would use his own way to show others that the Morgan family wasn't a pushover.
And this whole thing was already very clear. From my perspective, I wouldn't let Michael off easily either. He'd gone way too far.
"I'm confused?"
Cleo looked at Levi. "Then let me ask you, what about yourself?"
"What?"
Levi didn't understand what she was saying.
"You and Jessa being together—Blair brought up divorce with you, right? Why won't you divorce?"
She shifted the focus to Levi and me. I had indeed brought up divorce back then, and even now, I still held onto that thought.
It was Levi who kept refusing to divorce. When I asked him repeatedly, he always said no, but he never explained much.
The conversation hit a freezing point. This touched Levi's sore spot.
I'd always wanted to know his real thoughts, too—why he wouldn't divorce me, why he kept entangling with Jessa and tormenting me.
Levi fell silent. He had nothing to say.
When it comes to divorce, outsiders can always make decisions easily, but when it's your own situation, it's always hard to decide.
"You know divorce isn't good, yet you're telling me to divorce. I can't imagine how my son and I would get by." Cleo covered her face.
"The situations are different."
Levi blurted out this sentence. It would have been better if he hadn't said anything—saying this just made his sister angrier.
"Yeah, you're right, they are different. We, women, are all victims, while you men are out there having a good time. It's just that Blair doesn't make a fuss with you. If it were someone else, you think she wouldn't go after Jessa?"
"Blair may not be that capable, but she's been nothing but good to you. All these years, she's put up with everything by your side. I don't see any difference between you and Michael."
Cleo was really mad, speaking without thinking. Though she was speaking the truth, Levi really was considering things from her perspective.
"His behavior is too bad."
Levi felt that Michael's actions were a matter of principle and couldn't be forgiven.
"How are you any better?"
Cleo pointed at me. "Ask her, ask her if she can tolerate you."
This undoubtedly broke through the long-standing taboo between Levi and me. Because we couldn't communicate, we would avoid these topics.
Over time, some issues got shelved.
For example, I had brought up divorce because I couldn't stand it, but it gradually faded in all the boring and trivial daily life.
And Levi and Jessa's separation meant we never brought up the topic of divorce again.
He used to always be silent, but now he was becoming more talkative. He even started talking to me more on his own initiative. I admit, things between us really are different from before.
"Divorce has a big impact on children. Hayden needs our help through this. He'll stay at our place for now. With Celestia and Faye around, he'll be happier."
I changed the subject. If they kept going, they wouldn't get anywhere, and everyone would feel uncomfortable having their sensitive issues exposed.
"Tell me, do you still want to divorce my brother or not?"
But Cleo wouldn't let it go. She kept pressing me.
To be honest, I'd wanted to give up on my marriage so many times. I just worried I couldn't take good care of Celestia. Of course, Levi would never give me Celestia.
I could tell he was a man who valued relationships. Otherwise, a beautiful woman like Jessa would have made him fall for her and abandon me long ago.
Levi perked up his ears. Was he curious about my answer, too?
"I haven't eaten anything tonight. I'll call Indigo to make something."
Since he wanted to know, I deliberately wouldn't say.
I changed the subject, hoping to end this conversation.
Cleo added one more jab: "I think you've broken her heart completely. She doesn't even want to talk about this with you anymore. Reflect on yourself. If you two want to make it work, you need to focus and control yourself."
Neither of us spoke. I sneaked a glance at Levi. His face was dark—his sister had probably really upset him.
One problem after another, Levi and I were overwhelmed. How could we have time to think about our own issues?
People often say that after you get married, it's no longer just about two people—it's about two families, or countless complicated relationships with others.
Levi and I have been going through one setback after another lately, with endless problems surrounding us.