I Divorced You Now You Beg (Thalia and Darion) novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9 In The Bar

When they arrived at the courthouse, there were already plenty of cars parked outside.

Thalia tried to get out, but the car door remained locked. Her voice was rough and brittle. “Open the door.”

Darion gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his aura frigid and menacing. The atmosphere inside the car was almost unbearable.

Just then, his phone rang. He checked the caller ID and picked up.

After a short pause, he ended the call and said to Thalia, “Something urgent came up at work. I’m leaving for a few days. We’ll settle the divorce when I return.”

“Let’s handle it right now,” Thalia said, her gaze piercing. “I don’t want to delay.”

Darion’s tone was calm but unyielding. “Even if we go in now, the procedures take days to finish. Waiting a few more days is meaningless.”

With that, he unlocked the doors. “Get out.”

“Go inside and get it done. It won’t take long,” Thalia insisted, her voice low and firm.

But Darion only stepped out, hailed a taxi by the roadside, and left without a single backward glance.

Thalia shut her eyes, clutching the seatbelt until her knuckles turned pale.

She sat alone for ages, until the sky outside faded into darkness.

Eventually, a phone call pulled Thalia out of her daze.

“Hey sweetie, Thalia, I got off work early. Wanna grab some food together?” Wendy’s playful, cheerful voice came through the receiver.

Thalia’s reply was hoarse and weak. “Can you come pick me up? I’m outside the courthouse.”

Wendy immediately detected something wrong with Thalia’s tone. She quickly agreed and rushed over.

When Wendy knocked on the car window, Thalia finally opened the door and stepped out. Her legs went numb from sitting too long. She threw her arms around Wendy without a second thought.

“Thalia, what’s going on? What happened? Yesterday was your anniversary with Darion, right? Did things go wrong? Are you getting a divorce?” Wendy asked, her voice laced with worry and confusion.

Thalia slouched against her shoulder, her voice barely a whisper. “I lost to Miya. Totally, completely lost.”

Inside the bar, lights danced and flickered, turning the drinks into a rainbow of glowing colors. The dazzling chaos blurred her sight and dulled her sharp, aching senses.

Wendy heard every word, her hands clenched into tight fists, anger simmering in her eyes.

“From the moment your parents brought her home, she’s been stealing all their love and focus from you. When she married Emely, I truly thought she’d finally leave you alone,” Wendy snapped, her voice sharp with frustration.

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