Diary of Fragile Heart (Spin of Loving You Too Long)

Phoebe scoffed. “You’re so arrogant!” she sneered.

Julie Hampton looked at Flavia with a doubtful gaze, a hint of hesitation disturbing her thoughts. What Flavia said wasn’t entirely wrong, but Julie also didn’t want to give in so easily.

“Via, I know that you and Gladwin love each other. But love won’t last if there are no offspring between you. Eventually, that love will fade along with Gladwin’s desire and need for offspring. And I also want my son to have descendants, not just for Gladwin.”

“Then is your patience only up to one year? Even you were patient when Uncle Harry didn’t have children for five years of marriage. So why can’t Grandma be patient with me and Uncle?”

“Because Phoebe is right, I’m not young anymore. Because I don’t know when I’ll die.”

“Tapi pilihanmu sekarang juga belum tentu membuatmu memiliki keturunan dari Uncle.”

“Why not?” Phoebe asked cynically. “I am fertile. I can give Gladwin as many descendants as he wants,” she boasted.

Flavia reluctantly glanced in her direction. “Then are you sure Uncle would be willing to touch you?” Flavia stopped being friendly. Although her gaze and tone of voice still seemed flat, they sounded more derogatory to Phoebe’s ears.

“What do you mean? Do you think Gladwin won’t be tempted by my body?” she asked sharply.

Flavia shook her head. “If Uncle really wanted to, he would have chosen you from the start after knowing my condition. Or he would have chosen another woman out there. But the fact?” Flavia looked back at her mother-in-law. “There’s no best answer from the options you gave me. Even if I choose to sign the divorce papers. Do you think Uncle would be willing to divorce me? Because I will never sign a polygamy consent form as long as I live.” The question was based on Flavia’s belief in Gladwin’s love for her. “I don’t have the power to decide this divorce alone; Uncle’s approval must still be obtained before the court decides our divorce. Especially since our divorce doesn’t have a clear reason.

“And if Uncle is unwilling to divorce me. Will you force Uncle to marry her?” Flavia looked back at Phoebe. “In the end, they will only have a common-law marriage. Because I will be Uncle’s only legal wife in the eyes of the law.”

The woman looked back at Flavia in astonishment. Astonished because it turned out Flavia didn’t act according to her prediction. Because initially, Phoebe thought Flavia had a weak mentality and would do anything she was asked. But the reality proved Phoebe wrong, because there was firmness in Flavia’s sad eyes. The conviction Flavia possessed that would certainly be difficult to shake.

“But your choice now also doesn’t guarantee that you’ll have offspring from Uncle.”

“Why not?” Phoebe asked cynically. “I am fertile. I can give Gladwin as many descendants as he wants,” she boasted.

Flavia reluctantly glanced in her direction. “Then are you sure Uncle would be willing to touch you?” Flavia stopped being friendly. Although her gaze and tone of voice still seemed flat, they sounded more derogatory to Phoebe’s ears.

“What do you mean? Do you think Gladwin won’t be tempted by my body?” she asked sharply.

Flavia shook her head. “If Uncle really wanted to, he would have chosen you from the start after knowing my condition. Or he would have chosen another woman out there. But the fact?” Flavia looked back at her mother-in-law. “There’s no best answer from the options you gave me. Even if I choose to sign the divorce papers. Do you think Uncle would be willing to divorce me? Because I will never sign a polygamy consent form as long as I live.” The question was based on Flavia’s belief in Gladwin’s love for her. “I don’t have the power to decide this divorce alone; Uncle’s approval must still be obtained before the court decides our divorce. Especially since our divorce doesn’t have a clear reason.

“And if Uncle is unwilling to divorce me. Will you force Uncle to marry her?” Flavia looked back at Phoebe. “In the end, they will only have a common-law marriage. Because I will be Uncle’s only legal wife in the eyes of the law.”

The woman looked back at Flavia in astonishment. Astonished because it turned out Flavia didn’t act according to her prediction. Because initially, Phoebe thought Flavia had a weak mentality and would do anything she was asked. But the reality proved Phoebe wrong, because there was firmness in Flavia’s sad eyes. The conviction Flavia possessed that would certainly be difficult to shake.

However, Phoebe wasn’t about to back down. She shrugged with an indifferent expression.

“It doesn’t matter whether it’s a common-law or official marriage, because eventually Gladwin will come to his senses. He wouldn’t make me a common-law wife forever if I could give him offspring.”

“Doctor,” Flavia interjected. “You are an educated woman; surely you know the disadvantages of a common-law marriage? You wouldn’t even have the right to demand anything from Uncle. I can even assure you that Uncle won’t fulfill his duties as a husband.

“Maybe economically, but not in other aspects. Uncle isn’t the type of man to grovel to a woman who spreads her legs so easily.” Flavia’s response made Phoebe’s face flush with anger. Certainly because of fury.

“Are you implying that Gladwin will be a bad husband and also an irresponsible man? Do you think I’ve been raising him wrong all this time?” the mother-in-law’s sharply-toned question emerged.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Flavia shook her head. “As far as I know, Uncle is a very responsible man,” Flavia replied honestly. “He is also generous, friendly, and caring. But he is selective. He doesn’t love just anyone, and I’m sure one of the people he won’t love is your chosen woman.”

Phoebe scoffed. “You’re too afraid, Via. Just admit that you’re afraid Gladwin will eventually succumb to me. I have more than you, and that’s what you’re afraid of, right?”

Flavia shook her head. “By God, as much as I love my husband, that’s how much I believe that my husband will never fall for your charms.” She said softly.

“If that’s the case, don’t hesitate. Just sign the documents Julie asked for,” Phoebe ordered.