The Woman From Hell

Too many matters and too many heartaches had swelled up within my heart. This had nothing to do with the box now, and everything to do with a human's heart and intentions. Our mindsets were changing now. I could no longer be like I used to be, and his shifting attitude towards me had become habitual.

Like most men, when he was faced with my accusation, he felt wronged and helpless but did not want to fight. He wanted to resolve the matter calmly.

Theo looked at me and said in a grave voice, "Wanda Lane, I was wrong about the box incident, and I'll apologize to you once again. We’re husband and wife, and I respect you very much. It has never crossed my mind to treat you like you don't matter. Let's not fight anymore, okay?"

He did not want to continue with the argument, but when my heart started grieving again over all the injustice I had ever been through, I could no longer hold myself back. "Theo Grant, let's just part ways! It's better for everyone like that."

I could admit that I was being rash again. That was something that I had felt no control over blurting out.

He was stunned, his onyx eyes turning their gaze to

land upon me. "You're serious?"

I nodded, not saying a word.

"I've already thrown the box away. Just tell me what you want.” His tone was so calm, his face so apathetic, that I had an unusual inkling he was just entertaining my nonsense.

Feeling a little dejected, I said, "I don't need anything, I just need you to let me go and never contact me ever again."

If we really were to divorce, I would hope to no longer have anything to do with him for the rest of my life.

Theo's expression darkened. "If you no longer want anything to do with me, you won’t be able to work at Grant Corp, after we divorce. You'll need to be unemployed for at least three years before the child goes to school, so how are you planning to feed the both of you? With the measly amount of savings you have? Or by relying on Tyler? Or Xander?" Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

I looked at him incredulously. "Theo Grant, is that whom you think I am? Don't you dare take other women's lifestyles and standards and use that against me! Even if we get divorced, I won't depend on anyone else. Don’t worry, I'm not as promiscuous as you are."

"Make what you've just said clear! How am I promiscuous? I've told you many times about Cindy Reed, we don’t have that kind of relationship! You're the one who always refuses to listen.

"As for you and Tyler, I've seen everything with my own eyes. If I didn’t ask, I know you didn’t plan on explaining. Wanda Lane, who's the one between us that actually doesn't care about the other party now?”

I lowered my gaze. He had not asked about Tyler, so I had just assumed that he did not care enough to ask.

Theo saw that I was quiet, so he continued. "Just think about how overboard you've gone. The last time, during Petra White’s birthday party, you rejected me i n the afternoon only to blatantly show up to the party with another man. Not to mention that you had to make an entrance by holding his hand when you came in, doing all of that in front of so many people! Didn’t you think I would be shamed? But did I ever say anything about it?”

I was taken aback. I opened my mouth, but alas, nothing came out. I was indeed at fault with that incident. I had done something I should not have.

"I didn't ask you because I trusted you. I’ve just been waiting for you to tell me yourself. I wanted to put enough trust in you to believe you’d do that. Wanda Lane, this is an unconditional trust called love. These aren't just empty words I’m simply blabbering on about now."

He made everything sound so fair that I suddenly could not find anything to say in my defense. I had still had the upper hand in the first half of the scene, but in an instant, Theo had won the upper hand back from me.

"Tyler is..." I wanted to explain, but it was too complicated a matter, too impossible to explain clearly in a short span of time. Besides, right now was not the best time to start telling stories.

I changed my approach to things. "I'm just ordinary friends with Tyler Schuman. It's entirely different between you and Cindy Reed.”

Once Theo heard what I had said, a storm brewed on his face. It was clear he was furious.

I cowered and quickly added, "Ms. Reed has both her biological parents to love her, and also had Zedd Nichols around, yet you still can't leave her be. No matter the time, as long as she cried, you'd leave the world behind just to comfort her. That's no longer just responsibility, but real feelings and emotions getting involved.

"However, it’s different between Tyler and me. All I feel toward him is fear and dread. To him, I'm merely a n obsession and someone he resents. We can't even consider each other friends."

After hearing what I had to say, Theo's expression loosened up. He reached his hands out and said to me, "Come here.”

I felt a little upset. This was supposed to be his fault, but it had ended up being mine, and I was now expected to apologize to him. I plopped down on the sofa and pouted. "I've got no more strength left." 1