Divorce to His 49

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Chapter 49

Dexter’s been running the household and staying with you at the hospital. He’s really been through a lot.”

She paused, as though unsure whether to continue. Then, after long silence, she added. “Sylvia… do you still want to divorce Dexter!”

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I stared at her, confused. “What do you mean?”

Martha hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up, “You can’t be so foolish. You have such a good family. Look at how responsible Dexter is, how well he takes care of you and June.

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“Don’t throw it all away just because of some man outside. If your father were still here and saw you like this, he’d probably break your legs!”

My head went numb. That was when I realized what had been of all this time. When Martha visited me, her expressions and words felt strange–like she was torn between pity and reproach

I hadn’t noticed it before because I was so focused on surviving my injuries. Now, as I thought back, it became clear… Martha thought I had someone else.

I laughed bitterly, fury rising inside me. “Mom, I didn’t! I swear. Im innocent!”

She lowered her eyes, her lips tight with a frown.

When she didn’t say anything, I felt panic rise. “Are you still my thom? I was pushed! It was Dexter! He’s the one who tried kill me! I’m calling the police!” I made a move to grab my phone.

But Martha quickly stood up and stopped me. Her eyes were red filled with a painful mix of disbelief and anger. “Do you think I don’t believe you? I believe you, Sylvia! When Dexter found the evidence of your affair, I even defended you!

“But then… he showed me a photo of you in bed with another man. Sylvia, my daughter… you weren’t even wearing clothes I believe you, but… can anyone else believe you?”

My world spun. I almost collapsed. A photo of me in bed with another man. It must have been taken that day at the hotel, on the 19th floor.

I had escaped. I had even put on a performance in front of Dexter, but I couldn’t stop them from using those photos as leverage.

“I didn’t!” I shook my head, tears filling my eyes.

“Fine, you didn’t. But you focus on getting better now. Don’t evemention divorce again! Your father and I care about our reputation. What would people think if they found out about this? How am I supposed to face your father if you keep going on like this?”

I fell silent, my mind a chaotic mess.

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That evening, Dexter came to bring me dinner. Watching how acentive Martha was toward him made me f “Dexter, stay and spend some time with Sylvia. I’ll head home now. The nurse will be here soon,” Martha said, her t warm and caring.

“Mom, take care on your way back. I’m sorry to trouble you, especially with your health, Dexter replied, sounding so

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Martha was clearly touched. She waved him off with a smile and eft.

Now, only Dexter and I were left in the room. The atmosphere was thick with tension.

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I glared at him, but he didn’t seem to notice. He calmly set up the small table and started arranging the food. As he did, he spoke, “I made your favorite–bacon. You should eat it. It’ll help with your recovery.”

I coldly interrupted him. “Cut the act, Dexter. When I fell that day, I heard you and that woman talking. You did this, didn’t

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His hands froze, and he looked at me deeply. “Sylvia, I know you’re upset. Getting hurt is hard, and I get it. But please, don’t overthink things. I’ll always be here for you, as long as you stop talking about divorce.”

“I don’t want Juno to grow up in a broken home,” he said earnestly, but his words only fueled my anger.

“You’re still pretending?” I couldn’t hold back my frustration, letting out a mocking laugh. “Dexter, what do you and that woman want? My family’s inheritance? The insurance money?

“What is it? I’ll tell you right now–don’t even think about it. I’ve already made sure Martha and Juno are the beneficiaries, not you!”

Dexter stared at me for a moment, then suddenly smiled. He picked up the small plate and brought the bacon to my lips. In a voice so quiet that only I could hear, he whispered, “What I want… is everything that’s yours.”