I thought we had weathered the storm and gotten her sweetheart out of our lives, but I thought wrong. In just a month, he came back before me in this kind of situation.
Seeing Jocelyn completely side with him, a wave of fatigue instantly spread through my limbs, dragging me down so much that even the air felt suffocating.
"Forget it," I said in soft and calm voice.
She froze and asked, "What did you say?"
"Phillip, what did you just say?"
"I said forget it." I tried my best to stay calm. I didn't want to let this kind of thing affect my mood anymore, so I told her, "I can sign the bail and I can let you continue to be with your sweetheart."
"But ...." I ignored the secretly gloating man beside me and smiled at Jocelyn's astonished face. "Let's just call it quits."
"Jocelyn."
"Let's get a divorce."
With that, I left the police station.
The atmosphere remained tense.
Jocelyn refused to agree to a divorce, so she stubbornly got into my car and even pulled Alexander into the back seat. He remained silent, while Jocelyn sat in the passenger seat and explained. "There really is nothing between Alexander and me."
"Today I had a get-together with Mr. Collins and the others," she said, suppressing her temper. "After dinner, we decided to go sing karaoke and I never expected to run into Alexander."
"You know his life is tough, with parents to support and kids to raise, all rests on him. I saw those men drag him into the car and follow him to the hotel. If it weren't for me—" Jocelyn's words were interrupted with a whimpering voice in the back seat.
It was none other than Alexander's.
"Phillip ...."
"I never intended to take anything from you," he said hoarsely, gasping for breath, "I've had a tough time getting to where I am today. My ex-wife abused me and our son, that's why I divorced her."
"If only I didn't have that burden!"
"If I were also innocent." He suddenly stopped crying, looking at my wife with deep affection. "I would fight and struggle for her!"
"Because she's Jocelyn!"
"Because she's a good person!"
"Because she—"
I slammed on the brakes.
The Porsche screeched to a halt. I turned to look at Alexander's choked face and Jocelyn's moved expression, then laughed.
"Since that's the case…" I pressed the unlock button and rolled down the window. "We've arrived at the hotel just in time."
"How about I grant your wish?"
"You must have enough money for a room,” I sneered, meeting Jocelyn's gloomy expression. "This time, you'll have my blessing—her legal husband's consent."
"Go ahead."
"No one will call the police to drag you to the station."
"As for whether you want to create another burden." I glanced at the man. "That's your business."
Inside the car.
The cheap perfume stung my nose, like a wild vine growing on my heart, suffocating the air around me, making even breathing difficult. My tone wasn't pleasant and I tried my best to restrain myself, but I still managed to hurt Alexander's pride.
As he got out of the car, he yelled at me. "Phillip! You've gone too far!" Then he slammed the car's door.
Jocelyn couldn't stop ranting me.
"I never imagined you have no heart!" She grabbed my wrist. "Alexander has no relatives or friends in this city. Where is he going alone so late at night?"
