Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 0063

Her voice trembled as she spoke. She handed the phone back to me, “It’s no doubt,” she shook her head solemnly, “Mark is not worthy of you.” She took a deep breath and finished, “I agree with your divorce. If it makes you happy then you have my full support.”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding and it felt like something weighty was finally lifted off my chest after so long.

“Thank you, Grandma,” I beamed and chuckled shakily when I felt tears slide down my cheeks. I wiped them off but they kept pouring. Finally, I let them fall and pulled Doris into a tight hug. “You are the best grandma in the world and I’d forever be grateful to you.

“Don’t cry, child. You tried your best.” Doris soft but firm palm gently patted me on my back, “You are my best grand daughter–in–law, you’d always be.”

I smiled a watery smile, “Even after our divorce, I promise to still keep in touch with you.”

“Of course, you have to!”

I laughed, sniffing. I felt at peace. I felt happy.

“It’s Mark who doesn’t know what to cherish and how to and I pity him. He has lost a gem and he’d miss you, Infact he already does. One day, he will regret ever treating you wrong and letting you slip through his fingers.”

I chuckled and pulled back from the hug, “To be very honest, grandma,” I paused and squinted my eyes, “I don’t care if he regrets it or not.”

There was silence as the both of us just stared at each other then abruptly, we both burst out laughing.

We both took our time letting out our emotions and going through it and laughing to our fill before we walked back to the house.

As we got closer, we could see Mark on the balcony of the sunroom upstairs. He was looking down at the both of us, his brows creased.

I couldn’t stop the huge grin that my lips stretched into, neither did I want to stop my arms from going up and waving cheerfully at him.

“Good morning, Mark,” I said loudly and waved with such vigorousness, I didn’t feel the usual pain or resentment as I looked at him and waved, only relief and freedom. Finally.

Mark watched me, his deep set eyes solely on me. He didn’t smile back or wave back. He just stood there and watched the both of us get closer to the mansion with a resigned look on his face. I guess he could already tell what the outcome of our talk was.