Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad) novel Chapter 1

Fia Lawson giddily pranced out when she heard the honk coming from outside the mansion. 

“Honey, you’re home!”

Through the windshield, Conrad Maxwell looked at his wife waiting to greet him in front of the car.

During their three years of marriage, she would always see him off when he went to work and greet him when he came home. She had never missed a single day.

However, when the thought that he would never be able to enjoy her greeting and sending him off again after this came to mind, he fell into a little melancholic mood.

“Welcome home, honey! Let me help you with your bag.”

He had just gotten out of the car when Fia walked over and took his laptop bag from his hand.

After they got back to their mansion, Conrad pulled her toward him as they sat on the sofa.

“Fia, there’s something I want to tell you.”

“Sure, I’m listening.”

She was mellow and sincere.

He was just about to say something when their housekeeper, Mrs. Taylor, approached them with a bowl of medicinal concoction that had the color of black ink.

“Madam, it’s time for your medicine.”

“Okay!”

When her mother-in-law saw that she was still childless two years ago, she took her to the hospital for a medical checkup.

That was when they discovered that she was infertile. Her mother-in-law was so enraged at the news that she wanted Conrad to divorce her.

He didn’t.

Instead, he consoled her. He treated her even better after that day.

She was overjoyed. Especially because he hadn’t married her willingly.

After their marriage, he provided her with everything that a husband should.

Two years passed by quickly and she would drink that bitter, nasty concoction every day.

As she drank it, she got used to it.

As she drank it, she began to become hopeful.

Mrs. Taylor left with an empty bowl.

Conrad’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her and he took out a piece of candy as usual.

“Thank you!”

Fia unwrapped the candy and slipped it into her mouth, and the smile on her face slowly widened.

The edge of his lips gradually curled up as he asked, “Is it sweet enough?”

“It is!”

She was like a child that was easily pleased as she looked at him with a happy glow in her eyes.

“What did you want to tell me just now?”

Conrad gulped as he considered how he was going to break the news to her.

Fia looked at him calmly, but she was growing expectant.

Tomorrow was going to be their third wedding anniversary. Was he going to buy her gifts? Or was he going to take her somewhere for a vacation?

As long as she could spend time with Conrad, she would be satisfied even if they had to go to the countryside and start a farm.

“Fia, both of us were forced to marry each other three years ago because of the pressure from our elders.

“I remember that you told me that, if possible, you want to fall in love and marry the man you love. To live a full life.”

Fia blinked. “Yes, I did. And?”

She knew him from when she was little. Since the moment she fell in love with him… It had been decades.

She had always hoped that he could fall in love with her too. That he would court her and marry her. However, the person that he loved was never her.

If it wasn’t because her cousin had suddenly gone overseas and there was no one left available to solidify the alliance between their families through marriage, he would never have taken notice of someone like her. He only noticed her when she was chosen to be the sacrificial lamb.

“I’ll set you free. Go and find the person that you love. Fall in love and get married. When you do, I will see you off as part of your maternal family.”

“What… What are you saying?

The smile on Fia’s face vanished as she looked at him with widened eyes.

Conrad looked away as he took out a cigarette from its package and placed it in his mouth. He glanced at her.

He remembered that she didn’t like him smoking, so he pulled it out and simply held it in between his fingers without lighting it up.

He then whispered, “Esme is back.”

Fia sulked, trying her best to calm herself down while she bit the tip of her tongue.

“My cousin is back.”

“Yes.”

“So? You want a divorce?”

“Our union was a mistake in the first place. You know that Esme and I grew up together. I want everything to return to how it was supposed to be.”