Goodbye, My Love

After a few minutes, Marco picked up his phone and dialed her number.

The line connected after a few rings.

“Why haven’t you been picking up my calls?” Marco asked irritably. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

An indifferent female voice came from the other end of the line.

“You must have received the divorce agreement, right?”

Marco asked, “Is that the only thing you have to say to me?”

“Yeah, that’s all. Just sign the document, so we can both be free to live our lives.”

Loraine’s voice was emotionless.

It broke Marco’s last straw of restraint. He bellowed, “Who was that guy that came to pick you up from the hospital? Is he the reason why you want to divorce me?”

“You have no right to question me, Marco. Don’t stress yourself about what I have to do with another man. Go find your Keely,” Loraine quipped sarcastically.

Marco was speechless.

He was wrong for accusing her of hurting Keely.

“Loraine, why are you doing this? I told you that I would make it up to you for what Keely did.”

Loraine laughed mockingly.

“For the last time, I don’t want your money, Marco. Just give me a divorce. Sign the papers!”

Marco was extremely annoyed that Loraine was being so stubborn.

His hand tightened over the phone, almost crushing it.

No woman had ever dared to stand up to him or turn him down. Loraine was treating him like a rag that she couldn’t wait to get rid of. What insolence!

“Since you insist, Loraine, I will do as you wish. Don’t regret this later.”

“Not to worry, Marco. I won’t regret it. In fact, my greatest regret is marrying you in the first place,” Loraine uttered with ridicule.

She then hung up the phone.

In a fit of pique, Marco appended his signature to the document.

Thereafter, the divorce proceedings were fast-tracked.