Chapter 5%
“Edgar, what happened? Grace’s soft voice broke through the haze of my frustration as she approached me cautiously.!!
I didn’t answer. Instead, I shot a sharp glare at the Wright family lawyer standing in the foyer, clutching the divorce papers that had just been delivered. Without another word, I stormed out of the house, ignoring Grace’s desperate cries for me to stop
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The car roared to life as I sped toward Sharon’s family residence. I knew she was there, hiding, calculating to her impulsive decision.
When I arrived at the gates of the Wright family’s luxurious penthouse, the guard opened them without question, I marched inside, my anger boiling over as I barged into the living room,
“Sharon! Come out! I know you’re in here
Mrs. Wright, sitting gracefully on the couch with a teacup in hand, regarded me with an icy stare. Her usual warmth toward me was replaced by indifference.
“Have you lost your manners, Edgar?” she asked coolly, setting her cup down with precision.
Mrs. Wight, where is Sharon? I demanded skipping any pretense of politeness
“Why are you asking me? She’s your wife:“X
“She left home without a word and turned off her phone. I thought she might be here”
“She’s not here she replied firmly
“That’s impossible! I know she’s here, ma’am. Please, let me see her!” I started toward the staircase, but two guards stepped forward, blocking my path as though anticipating my outburst.X
“Sharon!” I yelled, my voice echoing through the grand space, “Please, come out! We can talk about this at home, honey!)
“How many times must I tell you?” Mrs. Wright’s voice rose sharply. “She’s not here
I clenched my fists but relented, retreating before the quards forcibly removed me. As I exited, I glanced up at the balcony of Sharon’s room, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but she was nowhere to be found
Still seething, I decided to try her boutique next–the business she had built long before we married. But when I arrived, the shutters were down.
“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath. “Of course, it’s the weekend”
Desperation clawed at me as I reached for my phone, dialing her number one more time.
The line connected.
“Sharon! Finally!
“What do you want? Her tone was ice cold, a sharp contrast to the warmth I was used to l
“What do you mean by sending a lawyer with divorce papers? Do you really want to divorce me?
“Yes, Edgar I do. I hope you won’t delay signing them,”
“I won’t sign them!” I shouted, my frustration spilling over. “We can’t get a divorce, Sharon
“And why not?”
I paused, swallowing hard as I struggled to find the right words. “Because I love you. I made a mistake, but I don’t love Grace. It was all a misunderstanding”
“Misunderstanding?” She let out a bitter laugh. “Edgar, you’ve had Grace as your second home for far too long. And now, you think you can convince me otherwise? You must think I’m a fool.%
“No, Sharon, listen to me-%
“Enough!” she snapped, her voice cutting through mine. “I should’ve left you a long time ago. But I didn’t because I was naïve. Too naïve to see the truth. You didn’t love me, Edgar, You loved what I gave you
“That’s not true!” I pleaded. “I can’t live without you. Sharon. Please, come back to me. I’ll leave Grace. I’ll do whatever it takes.” “You’re pathetic,” she said, her tone laced with disdain.)
“Wait, Sharon, don’t hang up-
I’m waiting for your decision, Edgar Stop acting like a child.”%
Her words cut deep, and I realized she wasn’t going to budge. “Fine,” I said, my pride wounded. “If that’s what you want, Sharon, then
so be it
“Good,” she replied flatly before hanging up
Fury consumed me. My hands trembled as I flung my phone onto the dashboard, the weight of her rejection sinking in.
Later, after drowning my anger in a haze of alcohol at the bar, I returned home. Grace was waiting for me outside, her familiar smile lighting up her face as I stepped out of the car.
“Did you find her, Edgar?” she asked sweetly
I shook my head and walked inside, ignoring her. My gaze fell on the divorce papers still sitting on the table. I grabbed them and signed my name with a flourish, sealing Sharon’s wish.)
“Edgar, did you really sign them?” Grace asked, her eyes wide with surprise.
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“Edgar, did you really sign them?” Grace asked, her eyes wide with surprise
I nodded silently
Her grin widened. “So, once the divorce is finalized, are you going to keep your promise?”
“What promise?” I asked coldly.
“You said you’d marry me after leaving Sharon, Don’t you remember?”
“I don’t” I replied curtly, my patience thinning.
Her expression faltered. “You can’t be serious, Edgar You promised-
“Grace” I interupted, tuming to face her Til never marry you. Not now. Not ever“}}
Her face twisted in disbelief. “But… you love me
“No,” I said firmly Tove Sharon
“You’re lying!” she screamed, tears streaming down her face. “You don’t love her! You’ve only ever loved met^2
I ignored her, walking upstairs as her sobs grew louder. But then her voice stopped me in my tracks.
“You can’t leave me, Edgar I’m pregnant–with your child“)
I froze as Grace’s words echoed through the room. Pregnant, With my baby)
The child I had dreamed of having with Sharon for the past seven years.
For so long. I had assured Sharon was the one with fertility issues. But now Grace was claiming she was carrying my child?!
No. I couldn’t just accept that at face value. Our relationship had lasted long enough, but I had always been careful–there was no way I had been reckless
I turned around, my gaze locking onto Grace. She stood there, tears streaming down her face, her usually radiant features pale and weary Was it exhaustion? Or was she really pregnant?%
“Are you sure it’s mine?” My voice was flat, measured. The second the words left my mouth, I saw the shock flash in her eyes.
“What do you mean, Edgar? Of course, it’s yours!” she shouted, her voice trembling with emotion
I sighed, rubbing my temples. As if I wasn’t already drained from Sharon’s unyielding decision to leave me ll
1 want a DNA test,” I said firmly, meeting her gaze. “You know I always made sure you look birth control after every time we were together. So tell me, Grace are you trying to trap me?
Her breath hitched, and she slowly shook her head, disbelief written all over her face.
“You know I’m allergic to medication, Edgar.” Her voice wavered. “I took it for you. but I couldn’t handle it anymore.”
I stared at her, my mind spinning. But right now, there was only one thing I truly cared about–convincing Sharon to stay
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