I Divorced You Now You Beg (Thalia and Darion) novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Sign It

Thalia stood in the hospital room doorway, watching as Miya held out a glass of water for Darion. He didn’t even bother taking it. He drank straight from her hand.

Thalia squeezed the divorce papers tightly in her grasp. When she pushed the door open, Keith, his feverish face flushed bright red, jolted and began wailing in Darion’s arms.

No one had expected her to come.

Darion’s brows knitted into a deep frown. “Thalia, what are you doing here? Keith finally fell asleep just now.”

“What’s that to me?” Thalia retorted coldly. “What about you? Is he even your son? Why do you care so much?”

“Thalia!” Darion’s tone grew sharper. “He’s a sick kid. If you’re here to pick a fight, wait until I get home. Don’t

disturb him now.”

Thalia was there to send him divorce papers. Even as a normal visit, as Keith’s aunt, she had every right to be

here.

But the moment she walked in, Darion’s instinct was to assume she was only there to cause a scene.

Thalia snapped out of her daze and thrust the divorce papers at him, saying, “Sign it. The sooner you do, the sooner we’ll be done with all this.”

Darion stared at her icily, as if she were being completely unreasonable.

Miya stepped over and spoke softly. “Lia, maybe it’s all a misunderstanding. Darion only came for Keith. He’s better now. Why don’t you both go home?”

She leaned down close to Keith, coaxing him softly, “Keith, come to Mommy. Darry needs to go home and rest

now.”

The three-year-old Keith was curled up weakly, haggard from his fever. He grabbed Darion’s collar and refused to let go. “Darry, I want you to be here with me. Please don’t go…” he cried.

Miya’s face looked troubled, and her tone turned a bit more stern. “Keith, good boy, come here.”

“Alright, I’ll stay with him,” Darion said. He looked at Thalia. “You can see how he’s suffering, Thalia. Can’t you be more reasonable?”

Thalia fixed them with a cold stare, her chest burning with a sharp, splitting pain.

She let out a scoffing, sarcastic laugh. “Can you be reasonable? Sign the papers… or…”

She glanced at Keith, leaning in with a menacing edge to her voice. “The bad wolf’s coming for you, kid.”

Keith was already fragile and fever-worn, and her cruel words sent him into even more hysterical tears.

But he was so terrified of the “bad wolf” that he didn’t dare sob out loud. Only quiet, trembling sniffles escaped him, making him look all the more pitiful.

Darion’s expression turned even gloomier. “Thalia, really? Picking on a child?”

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