Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

Mark seemed to have gotten frozen on the spot. His hand that held the lighter remained poised at the tip of the cigarette that was still stuck in between his lips as he looked at me... or rather, as he gaped at me. His hands fell to his side. His words were heavily coated with disbelief. "You're not joking."

I gave him a blank look. When did we become such buddies that I would make such a joke? I thought. He must be thinking the same because he shook his head and we just stared at eachother like that for a while.

Suddenly, Mark seemed to now understand me as he quickly put away the cigarette and lighter away in his pocket.

He looked alarmed, slightly panicked as he took a step closer, his gaze monetarily shifting from the hallway to my face. I wondered, slightly amused in the midst of all these emotional turmoil, if he was going to run. Does the mention of a baby or the sight of a pregnant woman scare him so much?

• Instead he took a step forward and asked, sounding concerned, "Is it Lucas's?" He gaze slid down the hallway again, "Do you want me to bring him back? For you, I can allow him to stay here."

I rolled my eyes. Why would he ask him to leave in the first place? And why is he even being nice? The Mark I remember doesn't care then I remembered; he lost his memory.

I shook my head and gave an indifferent look, "There'd be no need for that. I don't want my man to stay with me just because of the child, that's like trapping him and that will only lead to disasters." I looked down the hall, attempting to hide the pain I was sure was glaring in my eyes, "He left because he wanted to, not because you asked him to. If he still loves me, he will come back. I will keep waiting for him here."

I turned back to Mark when I heard him sigh. His gaze was already on me and he said, "I feel sorry for your current situation." I slightly raised my eyebrows at the look on his face. He actually did look sorry. Wow. Is this really Mark? "I will be honest though," he continued, "I am still very happy that you chose to stand by my side, not his. I am grateful."

"Then you should thank your Grandmother," I said coldly, suddenly vexed that this whole shares thing was what caused the first big fight between Lucas and I. "It is her you need to be grateful to. She is a wise and visionary woman. If she had not asked me to give her my word in advance, trust me, I would have made a different choice today."

He looked like he wanted to say something but he didn't. Instead, he just stuck his hands back in his pocket and looked away from my face.

I broke the silence, feeling my anger rise, "I'm sorry." Why am I even apologizing? "I am so fucking. annoyed of your presence right now, I have to leave."

Without waiting for a response, I turned my back to him and walked down the hallway. I could feel his gaze on my back as I strutted down the hallway.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

My phone vibrated in my hands. When I checked it, I saw several missed calls from Grace. I almost smacked my head on my forehead when I remembered that I had dialed her number before I saw Mark. She must have gotten worried when I didn't pick her calls.

I picked up the call. "Hey!" I said and even I could hear the urgency that tinged my voice, "Come pick me

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There was a short pause and I could easily picture Grace's eyes probing me if I were before her. Then she said softly but I couldn't miss the confusion that coated her words even if I wanted to, "Sydney, what's wrong? Did something happen? You sound... off."

I swallowed, "Nothing is wrong."Oh, a lot is wrong. Then I added in a small voice, "I just want to go home." Grace didn't ask me any more questions. "I'll be there in a jiffy," was all she said before I hung up.

I looked around me and saw that I was already outside. All the bustling noise of the busy streets near and far, started to register, the honks of cars mixed with the occasional screeching of tires.