2026-05-13 01:00:01Alan was at a loss for words. He felt like his heart was being stabbed by a dagger. The pain of betrayal and heartbreak made him numb. She had promised to wait for him, but here, she was, standing with a protruding belly and a wedding band on her finger.
Seeing Alan’s gaze on her wedding ring, Lucia couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. “We all thought you had died.”
“So you moved on,” Alan muttered, forcing a small smile on his lips as he grasped the gift box in his hand.
“Lucia, who is at the door?” Ann asked, walking towards her. Her eyes widened at the sight of Alan. “Y-You, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”
“Do you want me dead, mother in-law?”
Ann had always been against him right from the onset, but they had been young and stubborn and she could do nothing but watch them get married. Only Lucia’s father stood by them but he died a month after their wedding.
“Don’t talk to my mother in that manner! No one wants you dead. You left and you didn’t bother to contact anyone!” Lucia scolded with a harsh voice.
“Yes!” Ann seconded. “I was only surprised to see you. It’s good that you are here; you can finally sign the divorce papers so my daughter can be free. We had to get a death certificate for you but I guess it's useless now.”
“Death certificate?” Alan was beyond stunned. He glanced at Lucia and seeing her expression, she was actually in support. His own wife had a death certificate made for him!
“Come in, don’t just stand here. We need to get this done with,” Ann dragged him into the living room and his eyes collided with Wyatt Fletcher’s.
“That’s Mr. Fletcher, the young CEO of JK enterprise, one of the fast rising companies in the city and his family is very wealthy. He is my golden son-in-law!”
Alan couldn’t help but scoff at her words. This man was an eyesore! He had dark circles underneath both eyes with thin, cracked lips. There was actually a fresh lipstick mark on his collar if you looked closely and it wasn’t from Lucia because she had none on. He was definitely an avid drinker and a womaniser. And he was Ann’s so-called golden son in-law.
“Lucia, get the divorce papers so he can scram out of our lives!” Ann yelled.
“...” Alan turned to look at Lucia with surprise on his face. “You actually have the divorce papers ready for me? Were you that eager to send me out of your life?”
“Mother had it made after you left in case you would come back and I’ve already signed my own part. It’s time for yours,” Lucia said, coldly, her eyes void of emotions. “You didn’t expect me to wait for a dead man, did you?”
“You actually made a promise to me that you will.” Alan almost stammered.
“And I’m glad I didn’t!” Lucia spat out. “You said you wanted to go make a name for yourself to secure our future but look at you now, it’s been four years but you are still looking the same way, even worse!”
“My life would have been more than miserable if I waited and still ended up with you. I made a very good decision by locking you out of my life, you don’t expect me and my mother to suffer with you, do you?”
“Look at my husband,” Lucia went closer to Micahel and held his arm. However, Micahel took the initiative to kiss her in order to spite him. Alan clenched his fists tightly.
Lucia was rendered completely breathless by the kiss and she licked her lips and stared at Alan with scorn. “He is more than you can ever be, not even in your next life. You can’t give the kind of life I deserve, only he can! I don’t love you anymore Rex and I never will!”
“Did you hear that? Your woman belongs to me now. It seems you aren’t man enough to take care of such a beauty and you allowed her slip away out of your hands. Your loss, my gain!” Michael said with a loud laughter. “So sign those papers and get out!”
Alan closed his eyes and exhaled heavily. “If that’s what you all want then, I’ll sign these divorce papers but none of you should forget your words.”
His words no longer carried warmth. It was cold, sending shivers down the spines of his listeners.
“Do you think we would come back to beg a loser like you with nothing to his name?” Ann asked angrily. “I’ll better eat shit than do that.”
Alan smiled slightly.
Then, better get ready to eat shit!
Taking the pen, he signed the paper.
His marriage had been dissolved!
As he was about to go out, Lucia carried the wrapped gift and thrusted it into his hands. “Your cheap gift is not appreciated here. Give it to a roadside beggar!”
Alan felt a little bit surprised by Sophia’s attitude and cold look. Back then, she always had a soft and loving look in her eyes whenever she looked up to gaze at him and she would blush shyly whenever she pecked him but now, all that was left was a look of disdain and disgust. All that was in the past now. A lot seemed to have changed in four years.
“Won’t you even want to see what is inside?”
“She said she doesn’t want it! Besides, who knows what rubbish you brought wrapped in a gift box. I can buy my wife a lot of expensive things that you could never even dream of getting.”
With one last glance at all of them, Alan walked away.
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