Chapter 27: How Could You Be Such an Asshole?

Her eyes were cold as knives, boring into me. Her voice, idly sharp, sent a chill down my spine. Yrkly reached out and grabbed the back of my neck. “You’re the one who’s out of their mind! Wanting a divorce and selling Miting with me? Don’t you know it’s common sense that women shouldn’t be messed with?”

Her warm breath brushed my face, and I found myself staring at her beautiful face, now tense with fury. I thought to myself, “Twain’t farting! You’re the one who started with the insults. I was just responding.”

“Taður exactly,” I muttered under my breath. “Bidi say to sport your…”

In our past life, the only thing that upset her was my refusal to divorce her. She rarely held grudges, let alone went out of her way to pick a fight with me. The idea that she was this upset over me simply saying “real ch’t have me” seemed absurd.

Her expression remained emotionless, but her voice was hardening with each word, each syllable chipping with contempt. “You’re suddenly acting like a different person. Tart, you kept demanding a divorce. Then, you spread lies about me being infertile. Now you’re saying…”

Her eyes burned with rage, and the intensity of her stare made my scalp tingle. “Though I… I can’t have you? You’re really pushing me to the edge.”

Knowing she wouldn’t let me go, my heart pounded in my chest. I tried to get up, but she had me firmly pinned to the armchair, unable to budge. I was so stiff that even a slight movement from her caused an unpleasant jolt, making me feel uncomfortable. I squirmed, trying to reposition myself.

“I thought that since we’re about to… you wouldn’t care about my appearance anymore. That’s what I meant. Not how you thought I was implying—”

I stopped speaking as soon as the words left my mouth. My explanation was making things worse.

Yvette’s soft hand slid down my shoulder to my waist. A jolt of electricity shot through my body. “So young and already empty and lonely? Owen, I really underestimated you.”

I was beyond frustrated. Who was the desperate one here? In our past lives, if anything had happened between us, it was because she had pursued me first! I slapped her hand away angrily, no longer interested in explaining myself.

“Vei. I’m desperate, okay? So what if I’m a married man? Since you’re not going to fulfill your duty as a wife, just sign the divorce papers. That’s all you’re good for now.”

Once I said that, Yvette tightened her grip on me, and a look of darkness settled across her features. Then, she pushed me away. I almost lost my balance, but I managed to steady myself. Trembling, I glared at her. “Evette Jennings…”

Her dark brown eyes fixed on me. There was no anger, just coldness and mockery. “This is takeout, not something you cooked. If you’re not serious about discussing the divorce, get out.”

I was shocked. How did she know this wasn’t my cooking without even tasting it? This was one of the best restaurants in town! How could she tell?

Seeing how she was going to bury herself in work again, I panicked and quickly grabbed her hand before she could click the mouse.

“You’re right. This is takeout, but I wanted you to eat better. I don’t have the tools to whip up a meal right now.”

She didn’t look up or push me away, so I took this as an opportunity. “How about this? Let me cook you some pasta, then we’ll talk business. Since you’re not saying anything, I’ll take that as…”

I told myself this would be the last time. If she was willing to eat and discuss the terms of our divorce, I would consider it a win.

Before she could react, I rushed downstairs, found a restaurant, and quickly ordered a hot, delicious plate of pasta. As I lifted the lid, I could smell the appetizing aroma of the pasta. I smugly placed it in front of her and said, “Try this. This time, I really made it myself.”

Yvette peeked at the plate of pasta, as if making sure it was cooked by me. Only then did she roll up her sleeves and start eating. Her features relaxed, and I also let out a breath of relief.

“How na? It’s good, right? Are you feeling better!”

Yvette gave me a tight smile, but didn’t respond and continued to eat her food. I was used to her indifference, but I leaned in and asked, “Could we discuss the terms of our divorce now that you’re in a better mood?”

Que suddenly smiled, but it looked forced. “You were so eager to divorce me, what happened yesterday?”

I quickly made up an excuse: we got caught up at a friend’s place because his water pipe burst, so I had to help him. I deliberately left out the part about Uncle Benjamin since I hadn’t been in contact with my maternal grandfather’s family for a long time, and she wouldn’t know of his existence. And now that we were about to divorce, it was pointless to mention him.

Hearing this, Yvette put down her fork, seemingly satisfied with my answer. However, she said, “We’re not doing this anymore. Forget…”

My eyes widened in disbelief. “Yvette, how could you go back on your word? You said we’d talk after you’ve had your food.”

Then, I surely ‘amponded,’ “I would be in the mood to talk once I’m finished eating.” We’d already discussed this, and I refused to get a divorce. I agreed to a discussion, not a…

I was losing my patience. “Bayou…”

“Talirrady gave you a chance yesterday, but you didn’t take it. Hass in thala my fault?”

I slammed my hand on the table. “Day where now, so let’s go and take care of this. I swear I won’t leave you hanging this time!”

Yvette glowered at us and retorted, “Ludd pisi. We are no peling, a div…”

I pitied her, forcing myself to calm down. I knew that two million dollars, trouble couldn’t afford to anger her. I clenched my jaw, decided to swallow my pride.

Yvette weered and glared. “Tapenthony mod… natly are you willing to go through with the desce?”

Her words had silenced me. Looking at how angry she was, I lost it.

“Evetne! You ambule! Have you been playing me this whole time? You earn buret a shiedad docenry! You and resjelung beder he can keep being your side piece? How could you be so awful? Do…”