Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 817

Chapter 817 Taking A Stance

Tiffany gazed at him with barely concealed grief in her eyes. “Have you brought the divorce agreement?” she asked. “I can sign it now.” Derrick clenched his fists to suppress his tumultuous despair. “Let’s talk about it, Tiff.”

Tiffany shook her head. Her face was pale and bloodless. “There’s nothing to talk about,” she said somewhat dispiritedly. “I saw you and Crystal yesterday with my own eyes. That’s when I knew we were completely over. I don’t want to guess the nature of your relationship with her. There is no longer a chance between us.”

The hangover made her body feel weak. In addition to Derrick’s betrayal, everything seemed bleak and bland. Tiffany felt sluggish and wanted nothing but to find a quiet spot to sit.

Derrick was the person she was most unwilling to see at the moment. He took a step forward, but Tiffany raised a hand to stop him. “Don’t come any closer. I hope we can split up amicably. Even if we get a divorce, I don’t want to hate you.”

Derrick was beside himself with frustration. He was like a caged beast desperate to rid itself of its predicament. A single mistake pretty much destroyed my marriage.

“I’m begging you, Tiff,” Derrick said quietly, his eyes tinged red. “Let’s talk about it. We’ve been together for years. Are you really just going to break things off with me?”

Tiffany laughed bitterly. “Why didn’t you think about all our years together when you touched her?”

Derrick was rendered speechless. He could not tell her he had no idea how he and Crystal got involved. The last thing he remembered was drinking Kate’s glass of milk. He knew a woman had entered after that, which he thought was Tiffany. He also assumed that was who she was when he pushed her against the wall. He vaguely remembered the feeling of being with her, but he only realized that the woman with him was not his wife when he was roused by having water splashed onto his face. Then, he saw Tiffany standing by and felt his world spin.

Tiffany’s angry demand for a divorce diverted Derrick’s mental resources to grasp the strangeness of the ordeal, but he could not resist a shudder upon further consideration of the matter; he did not dare believe his mother would set him up.

Tiffany passed him to go downstairs, but he grabbed her wrist.

“If I told you that I had been set up, would you believe me, Tiff?” he asked quietly.

Tiffany turned to face him. “Does that matter now?” She had already found him guilty in her heart, and she would not believe him no matter how he explained himself.

A bitter smile appeared on Derrick’s lips.

“You really won’t believe me, huh?”

Tiffany said nothing and retracted her arm as an answer.

She then went down the stairs and gave Amelia a small smile. “I’m sorry for causing a scene again, Babe. I’d promised you that I would be happy once I got married, but it didn’t take long for my marriage to end in shambles. What do I do? Do you think I’m born to be a loser?”

Amelia felt sorry for her best friend. “Don’t smile if you don’t want to,” she said softly. “You look horrible.”

Tiffany’s eyes grew red despite herself. “Send the person upstairs off for me, Babe,” she choked. “I’ll look for something to eat in the kitchen. I’m starving.”

Amelia nodded.

Tiffany entered the kitchen while Derrick remained rooted to the spot like a pole.

Amelia sighed. These two are destined to suffer.

She went up the stairs and called, “Go on home first, Derrick. I’ll bring Tiff over when she’s feeling better, and you can sign the divorce agreement on good terms then. You wouldn’t be happy if you forced yourselves to remain together. I’m sure this is what Tiff wanted.”

Derrick stared at her in a daze. “Are you not going to help me with this, Amelia?” he said wearily.

She shook her head. “I’m not planning to. You have committed an unforgivable mistake. Maybe other women would let it slide, but Tiff is willful. She does not tolerate infidelity.”

The sparkle in Derrick’s eyes went out. “I won’t give up,” he said bitterly. “I will beg for her forgiveness.” At that, he turned and walked out with his back straight, though Amelia could see how pained he was.

She shook her head and felt a weight in her heart.

Tiffany is going through what happened to me three years ago. I wonder if she would be able to handle it. Nothing can change her mind if she decides to go through with a divorce.

Amelia returned to the kitchen to see Tiffany standing blankly before the pot without a crumb before her.

“You can’t be full from inhaling air, Tiff,” Amelia chided as she opened the lid and took out the breakfast Molly had prepared earlier that day.

Tiffany gave a start and turned to Amelia as she forced a smile. “Has he left?”

“He’s gone,” Amelia assured. “Are you planning to divorce him?”

“What else can I do? I saw with my own eyes how he got involved with another woman in our marital bed. I’, heartbroken, and I suddenly feel so tired that I no longer wish to struggle.” Tiffany took a bun from the plate and ate slowly. Her gaze was blank.

Amelia dragged her friend out by the hand, forced her onto the couch, and half-knelt before the latter.

“Are you not going to give him a chance to explain himself?” she asked gently.

Tiffany shook her head. Her smile looked more like a grimace.

Having exited the kitchen without taking anything, she sat listlessly on the couch instead.

Amelia followed her out, at a loss on how to comfort her friend.

“If you’ve made up your mind, Tiff, I’ll go with you to the Hisson residence,” Amelia offered.

Tiffany clutched her head with both hands. “Thank you, Babe,” she said in a muffled voice. “But I would like to stay for a few days before returning to adjust to the situation. Otherwise, I fear I may go crazy.”

“Of course.”

Throughout the five days of Tiffany’s stay, Derrick came with her favorite food every day.

“Stop coming over, Derrick,” Amelia said exasperatedly each time she opened the door. “Tiff does not want to see you. Go home.”

“I just want to talk to her,” Derrick insisted.

Amelia stood squarely at the door, not intending to grant Derrick entry.

Just then, Oscar emerged and hugged Amelia from behind. “Go home, and stop coming over. I’ve hired the best lawyer for Tiff, who will meet you to talk about the divorce. He will also be discussing the division of property with you, so there is no need for you to show up here anymore.”

Derrick felt a fist closing painfully around his heart.

“You’re a man too, Oscar. You must understand how I feel. I have made a mistake, but not to the extent beyond redemption. I don’t want my fate sealed without even giving her an explanation. Let me see her. I want to talk to her properly about it.” Derrick gazed earnestly at Oscar.

Tiffany’s request for divorce had been tormenting him for the past few days. Dark circles appeared beneath his eyes, and his beard grew straggled. His cheeks became sunken in and gave one the impression of extreme despair.

His wretched appearance seemed to move Oscar. In the end, he half-dragged Amelia to stand aside.

She glanced up inquiringly at him, but he merely shook his head at her.

Derrick entered, promptly went up the stairs, and lightly opened the door to the guest room to find Tiffany sitting quietly by the window. The silhouette of her back looked especially morose.

He walked over as his heart twinged.

“Tiff,” he called out softly.

Tiffany jumped and hurriedly raised her hands to wipe her eyes.

Surprised, Derrick strode over to grab Tiffany’s shoulders and discovered tear stains on her face.

“Have you been crying?” His heart ached, and he tried to wipe her tears, but she avoided his gesture by taking three steps backward.

“What are you doing here?” she asked stiffly.

Derrick felt his heart lurch. “Don’t be like this, Tiff. Please?” he pleaded.

Tiffany pursed her lips. “How would you like me to behave, then? I don’t want to argue with you, Derrick. I’ve had Oscar hire the best divorce attorney in the city for me, who will discuss the divorce with you on my behalf. As for the division of property, you don’t have to give me a dime.”

The anguish in Derrick’s eyes was about to spill forth.

“Is this really how it ends, Tiff?” he croaked.

Tiffany averted his gaze. She feared her resolve would falter if she saw how dejected he looked.

“You have tarnished our marriage, Derrick,” Tiffany murmured. “I’m just putting an end to it.”