When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138

“How? He can’t let go of Rebecca, and he doesn’t want to grant me a divorce. Tell me, Macy, how should I have the discussion with him?”

“Then, you divorce him. Write it down clearly on paper and make clean cuts when you cut ties with him. From then on, no one has the right to interfere in each other’s private lives.”

I wanted to, but it would not be as simple as that anymore. Throwing the towel aside, I sat in the armchair and sighed, “I met John at the train station, and he left the place with me. Then, I met Ashton at the exit of the train station. Ashton now thinks I have something with John, so he refuses to get a divorce.”

“F*ck,” she swore. “What kind of f*cking luck is that?”

You‘re asking me? 

“What are you going to do now?”

Gripping the phone, I muttered, “I don’t know. I can only hope to give birth to the baby safely now.”

My stomach was already at this size, and I could not possibly change my mind about the pregnancy now. John was right. I was a lone wolf that belonged nowhere.

This baby would be the only person I could fully trust. I had no reason not to give birth to the baby as this baby was not for Ashton.

This baby was my only salvation.

After ending Macy’s call, the sun had set. Someone knocked on the door.

I opened the door to find that it was Mrs. Eriksen. She had a bowl of hot chicken soup in her hands, and she said to me, “You must be hungry. Mr. Ashton told me to make some chicken soup for you.”

I had my lunch late in the afternoon, and John had forced me to eat a larger portion than I usually did. Hence, I did not have an appetite for food at that moment. However, looking at Mrs. Eriksen’s smile, I realized I could not possibly reject her.

Thus, I answered, “Okay. Thank you, Mrs. Eriksen.”

Reaching out to take the bowl from her, Mrs. Eriksen hastily said, “Don’t! I’ll do it. It’s too hot, and I’m afraid you might scald yourself.”

After putting the bowl onto the table and wiping her hands, she inquired, “Did you have a fight with Mr. Ashton?”

It was normal for her to have heard our loud argument from downstairs.