Divorce

Inside the quaint café, the atmosphere was charged with tension as a man dressed in plain clothes sat across from his wife's mother, Beatrice. She handed him divorce papers, her tone dripping with arrogance.

"David," Beatrice sneered, sliding the papers across the table. "It's time Rena ends this charade. She deserves someone who can provide for her, unlike you."

David's heart sank, memories of his past sacrifices flooding back. He recalled the days when Rena's company teetered on the edge of bankruptcy, and he had worked tirelessly to help her recover. The bitterness of those memories resurfaced, reopening old wounds.

"You know, mom, when Rena's company was drowning in debt, I was there. I pulled her out of that dark abyss," David said, his voice carrying a mix of anger and sadness.

Beatrice scoffed dismissively. "And what exactly did you do, David? You're nothing more than a worthless loser, a burden. Don't delude yourself by calling me mom. You're not my son; you're just a useless fool."

David clenched his fists under the table, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He took a deep breath, struggling to maintain his composure. "I need to speak with Rena."

Beatrice's gaze turned scornful. "You're trying too hard, David. Rena doesn't have time to entertain the likes of you. She has a business to run. A business that Loris Hamel has shown a keen interest in."

David’s eyes narrowed at the mention of Loris. He was the son of the Hamel Group, a large enterprise in Lothrik and currently Rena's suitor.

At that moment, the café door swung open, and Rena Arturo, the president of the Cloud Group, walked in. She exuded an air of elegance, her eyes sharp and intelligent, her chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders. Rena's beauty was matched only by her unwavering determination.

Seeing her, David couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pain. He looked at her, sarcasm lacing his words, "You're such a busy businesswoman, yet you have time to meet me Rena," he quipped.

Rena's confusion was evident as she took a seat across from David. She had expected a civil conversation - not jabs.

As she sat down, Rena cut right to the chase. "David, I think it's time we consider divorce."

David felt his heart drop, but he tried to remain composed, "And why is that?"

Rena hesitated for a moment before speaking cryptically, "There are other people who can provide better opportunities for my family's interests."

David felt the bile rise in his throat at the mention of "other people." He looked to Rena for a moment before guessing, "Is it because of Loris Hamel?"

Rena's face was unreadable as she neither confirmed nor denied David's suspicion.

David tried to keep his emotions in check, "So, because this guy can bring something to the table, you're willing to throw away our marriage?"

Rena's tone was defensive as she replied, "David, it's not that simple."

David's anger was starting to boil over, "Isn't it? Because it seems like you've already made up your mind."

Rena's words were curt, "I'm offering you a fair settlement. We can resolve this amicably."

David's voice trembled with emotion, "And what about the three years we spent together? Do they mean nothing to you?"

Rena shifted uncomfortably in her seat, "David, you know that's not true. I just think it's time we both moved on."

He had always thought that Rena and Loris were having an affair in secret, but now he was sure of it.

"Weel, if it's the case, I'll sign."

His face contorted with pain and hurt as he signed the divorce papers Beatrice had placed in front of him. Rena made a suggestion, "I can compensate you with money, 5 millions dollars."

David shook his head, "No, Rena. I don't want your money. There's only one thing I want - the ring my mother left me. I want to give it to the person I love."

He didn't need her money, because his family was very rich.

Rena persisted, her voice softening, "David, please reconsider. The money will provide you with security, a fresh start."

David remained resolute, "Rena, I don't want your money. All I want is the ring my mother left me, so just give it back."

Beatrice interjected, her tone sly, "Rena, just give him the ring. This bastard doesn't deserve you to give him even a cent."

"Of course, here It's," she said handing him the ring.

David took it and got up from the table, unwilling to drag the conversation any further as he left the café, his heart heavy with regret.

As Rena sat in café, memories of her relationship with David flooded her mind. Doubt crept into her heart, and she couldn't help but wonder if she had made the right choice.

"Did I make a mistake?" she whispered to herself, her voice laced with uncertainty.