No One But You novel Chapter 94

My face still ached. And it hurt even more when I tried to laugh.

It was now clear that Brooke had gone back on his word.

We agreed to get a divorce last night, but I changed his mind today.

I already told Zofia about it. When I was in confrontation with Brooke, Zofia gave me a call. I accidently pressed the speakerphone.

"Josephine, have you finished your formalities? What time do you arrive? Do you want me to wait for you to have lunch?"

Shit! I still was confronting with Brooke. I was likely that he was not going to get divorced with me.

"Just wait." I moaned.

"What's the matter? Can't you get divorced? I've cleaned a room for you!" Zofia's tone was chagrin.

Suddenly, Brooke interjected, “Do you hope Josephine to divorce with me?"

Zofia was stunned for two seconds, “Well, the weather is good… Hello, hello, the signal is not good, Hello..."

Zofia hung up the phone, probably she was scared out of her wits.

I despised her for being such a jerk.

As I put my phone in my pocket, Brooke leaned against his desk and looked at me, with his expression unfriendly. "Do you really want to divorce me? You have planned out your life after you are divorced."

"I've always had a plan for my life. You said you were going to dump me, of course I had to find a long-term meal ticket first."

"I don't think Zofia is your long-term meal ticket."

"I can count on her." I had confidence in her.

“Then you won’t have what you have now.”

“I can live by eating vegetables.” He said as if I married him because I wanted to a luxurious live. I snorted, “The people's civil affairs bureau is about to go off work, hurry up."

He straightened up. "I have a meeting today. I have no time."

"Afternoon."

"No divorce in the afternoon."

"Tomorrow."

"I'm going on business tomorrow."

"When you come back from your business trip."

"Suddenly I don't want to devorce." He glanced at me, “Ask Secretary Frank to see you down. The driver is waiting for you at the door. Go to the hospital first."

Did he fool with me, or did he change his mind at the last minute?

The ball was in his court. There was nothing I could do with him.

So I gave up.

I stood up unconcerned. "Then tell me when you want to get divorced."

"You don't get a share in a divorce."

"I'm not going to have it either!”

“And I’m not going to pay you any alimony.”

“Will you let me keep the baby?"

"You wish."

"Yeah, you're taking the kids. What support do I want? Can't I raise myself?" I walked to the door with my small bag.

"Josephine." He called me.

Couldn't he just say it all at once?

I turn around, “What?"

"Tomorrow is my day off."

"And then?"

"I can accompany you to L City to visit your parents, my in-laws."

"Are you schizophrenic?" That was the only thing I knew about his state of mind. Last night he said he was going to divorce me, and today he said he was going to go home with me to meet my parents?

Should I thank him?

"I don't need your company."