The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 114

"Honey, I know you don't want to hear this, but I have to say it. It's just a divorce. There's no reason to tear yourself apart over it," Rosemary murmured, leaning close to Garrison.

Garrison froze.

He turned his head, casting a baffled glance at the three people standing around his bed. The divorce... he had only just signed the papers. He hadn't told a soul.

Right on cue, Quinn lowered her head, her voice timid.

"I'm so sorry, Garrison... I found this on the laboratory floor."

She picked up a document from the nightstand and handed it to him.

The divorce agreement. On the very last page, his signature was scrawled next to the date—the early hours of the morning Sloane had left.

Garrison stared at the paperwork, paralyzed by a heavy silence.

The damage was done.

There was no point in hiding it anymore.

He took a deep breath and looked at his son. "Archie, go play with Quinn for a little bit. I need to talk to your grandparents alone."

Archie glanced from his father to his grandmother, then nodded obediently. He took Quinn's hand, and the two walked out.

The door clicked shut.

"Yes," Garrison finally said, leaning back against the pillows, his voice utterly devoid of emotion. "We're divorced."

Rosemary didn't miss a beat. "Good riddance! I told you years ago that woman wasn't right for you. You have no idea the kind of stunts she pulled in our house all these years!"

Garrison lifted his gaze, his dark brows knitting together in silent warning.

Unfazed, his mother pressed her lips into a thin line and started listing grievances.

"Bullying Quinn! Did you think I was blind to it? Quinn is so sweet, always treating her with respect, and what did she do? Walked around with a perpetual scowl, ignoring the poor girl. And last time, she literally shoved her, leaving Quinn with terrible bruises!"

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