Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Joyce looked up at the clock on the wall.

It was already after 1 a. m. She didn’t expect that Luther would come to the detention center in the middle of the night.

She hadn’t seen him for days since his business trip to Mufron. Before he left, they had a bad breakup when Shelly framed her for leaking a car design to the Ballard family group.

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Joyce’s back felt hot and painful from the injury, but now it seemed that her body had been numbed all over and she could not feel the pain anymore.

She walked over and sat down in the chair across from Luther.

Neither of them spoke.

They just looked at each other for as long as a century. Neither could read the meaning in each other’s eyes.

The surroundings were so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping could be clearly heard.

No one wanted to speak first.

Stagnant, time ticked away in a most torturous way.

Finally, it was Joyce who was the first to break the silence, “Luther, I have signed the divorce papers, what else do you want?” She looked at Luther with a few unfamiliar eyes and a detached tone.

“You think that I asked them to bring it to you to sign?” Luther tapped his long fingers on the desk, tapping the divorce papers thrown on the table.

“Didn’t you?” Joyce asked rhetorically, not really thinking that Jacqueline would take it upon herself to force her to sign the divorce papers; she assumed that at least Luther had acquiesced.

“I just got back to Khebury three hours ago,” Luther explained, “and you think, I have time to arrange this?”

Joyce froze, “No one notified you after Grandma’s accident? Not really?” If Luther had known about it immediately after it happened, he would have been back right away instead of just three hours ago. Jacqueline dared to hide something so big from him?

“Huh.” Luther sneered. Indeed, they dared to do just that.

“You signed without asking me, Joyce? Was it because you couldn’t wait to divorce me?” He asked through clenched teeth, “Do you think I would have to make a clean break with you immediately when something happens?”

Joyce frowned, “What difference would it make, whether I asked you or not? The divorce is going to happen sooner or later, so who is going to give me the papers, whether you agree or not, whether it’s true or not, isn’t it all the same? I’m now in jail, so I’m making a clean break with you, isn’t that good? Aren’t you worried that your wife, who is a suspected murderer fighting for the Warner family’s property, will affect the group’s image?”

“You…” Luther was exasperated by her indifferent attitude. Moreover, her tone was extremely sarcastic, which sounded like he wanted to leave her just because of what happened. He clenched his fist tightly and was so angry that he could not even breathe.

“If you’re not going to marry Charlotte, what are you waiting for?” Joyce spoke indifferently, “Her belly is just about to get big, don’t you plan to marry her as soon as possible? Before because our fake marriage was made public, it was inconvenient for us to get a divorce for the sake of the group. The best time is now, my reputation just collapsed, my image was ruined, it was just the right time we should get a divorce and no harm but only benefits would be made to the group. You can get a divorce and marry the daughter of the Heath family. It’s perfect!”