Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 He Agreed to Divorce 

His brows were deeply furrowed, his dark eyes staring at me as he said, “Tabatha, what exactly are you trying to say?” 

I smiled faintly, continuing, “You asked me today at the old house, what exactly was the reason for our divorce? At that time, I wasn’t really sure what I was thinking. I always felt that, although our marriage over the past two years wasn’t exactly loving, it wasn’t too bad. either. At least, you were quite good to me, and you were a good husband, a good father. If I were to be so stubborn, not listening to anything you said, and sentenced our two years of marriage to death, then I would be too rash. After all, as you said, there was essentially no affair between you and Ashley, and you weren’t really at fault.” 

Some words, when you want to speak them out, are actually quite upsetting. But when things have come to this point, a decision must always be made. 

Looking into his dark eyes, I took a breath and said, “But, Walter, these past few months, I’ve really been tired in this marriage. Indeed, you seem to have done nothing wrong, and you still take care of me and treat me well as before. But, I’m really tired. These days, I’ve been constantly persuading myself not to make decisions impulsively, and not to completely deny you. But I have no expectations for our marriage anymore. So, Walter, I still want to divorce. This decision is not because of Ashley’s existence, nor for any other reason. It’s because I really don’t want to continue with you anymore.” 

On a late autumn night, it seemed as if an inherent fear pervaded the air, a silent fear. 

Walter didn’t speak. His straight, jade-like figure was enveloped by the 

dim streetlight, exuding an indescribable solemnity and desolation. He was like a god hidden in the darkness, and because of his silence, everything around him seemed particularly helpless. 

“Good!” After a long while, he finally spoke. In the prolonged silence, only one word fell, neither heavy nor light. 

I nodded, took a slight breath, trying my best to calm my emotions significantly, and said, “I’ll draft the divorce agreement. Don’t worry, I’m self-aware, I won’t take anything from the Ilinton family.” 

Noticing his tightly clenched hands by his side, a pang of uncontrollable pain shot through my heart. 

He pursed his lips, his handsome face hidden in the dim light. I couldn’t discern his emotions, but his voice seemed to have deepened considerably. “Child… what do you plan to do?” 

Child! 

What could be done with a non-existent child? 

What needed to be said has been said by now, the rest is irrelevant. 

Looking at him, I said, “The month isn’t too busy, I will find time to go to the hospital.” 

The temperature in the air dropped sharply, causing me to shiver involuntarily. I couldn’t help but meet his gloomy black eyes, “Go to the hospital?” 

I nodded, unconsciously tugging at my clothes, feeling his gaze at this moment somewhat terrifying, but still spoke, “We are both still young, you will have to marry and have children in the future, and so will I. If I meet a good man, I will remarry. If this child is born now, it will inevitably affect our lives in the future. The child is not far along now, aborting it would be a good thing for both of us.” 

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“Bang!” The tall flower pot beside was suddenly kicked and shattered 

by him. Before I could react, Walter had already grabbed my wrist tightly, squeezing it as he said, “Tabatha, is a life so cheap to you? So easily wasted?” 

His grip was too strong, squeezing me to the point of tears. I tried to pull my hand back, but I was powerless. I looked at him with a furrowed brow and said. “Walter, you’re hurting me.” 

He was unmoved, his dark eyes staring at me intently, cold and fierce in their depths. 

I took a deep breath, meeting his dark eyes, “I didn’t mess up my life, but I must abort this child.” Even if I wanted to keep it, how could I keep a child that doesn’t exist? 

The problem that Carley initially gave me was too difficult to handle. Over these days, I thought of countless methods, but the final result seemed to be just like this, whether Walter and I continued or separated, this non-existent child was really hard to deal with. 

Walter’s anger was palpable, my wrist was nearly crushed by his grip. With a gloomy face, he looked at me and said word by word, “Tabatha, if you dare to harm this child, dream on about divorcing me!” 

I was stunned, instantly rendered speechless.