DreameNovelChapter 139 A surge of inexplicable emotion welled up in Carlisle's chest, his eyes reddening as he glared at Katrina with gritted teeth. "Divorce? Don't think about it. I won't agree." katrina hurrowed het brows in sumprise. There was a fabut, u cking suvile hugging at her lips, "Carlisle, haven't you always wanted to marry Shirley to make up for those regrets from your youth? I'm willingly stepping aside now what's these to disagree with?" des this sounds? How "I've already told you that there's nothing betweenand Shirley! Stop this nonsense!” he snapped, his frustration mounting. "Do you know how ridiculous will Shirley and Ivy hold their heads high if someone finds out?" Katrina let out a cold, sardonic laugh, “Oh, now you care about appearances? Where was this concern when you were parading her around town? "Everyone in the social circles of Phappolis knows Shirley is your mistress. What's the point of pretending to be virtuous now? Don't you think that's a bit hypocritical? Her words struck a nerve, igniting the fury simmering within Carlisle. He barked, "Enough! Can you let go of the past already? I've treated you more than fairly-don't push your Jack!" Disappointment filled Katrina's gaze, though she no longer held any expectations for Carlisle.
"If that's how you teel, then sign the divorce agreement, Once it's done, I won't be in your way anymore! The word "divorce" made Carlisle's expression darken further. He felt an unshakable irritability clawing at him. "I won't sign the paper. Forget it. Stop dreaming about it." Fearing she might say something even more unbearable, Carlisle stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
A few moments later, the sound of a car starting echoed outside, fading into the distance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKatrina sat on the edge of the bed, exhaustion etched on her face as her eyes fell on the shredded divorce papers in the trash. Frustration churned in her chest.
She had finally decided to end this marriage, but Carlisle refused to cooperate.
She didn't understand-she had no more value to offer him, so why wouldn't be just let her go? But her decision was firm. If he wouldn't agree now, she would wait. Eventually, he would tire of this tight and relent. She just had to be patient For the past two days, Clara hadn't seen Wen at all. It was as if he had vanished from her life, like a fleeting dream.
Her days continued as usual-traching at school and returning hin the evenings to teach Alexander how to cook. rare sense of peace.
Lite was simple and uneventful, but for once, it gave her a During her last class of the day, Clara finished teaching vocabulary and text lessons but felt her throst growing sore. She asked the students to read and memorize on their own while she stepped out to the office to get a glass of water.
She was gone no more than three or four minutes when she returned to the to the sound of a commotion in the classroom.
Before she even stepped through the door, she heard a boy yelling, his voice raw with anger, "Give it back! Who said you could touch it? Clara's heart skipped a beat as she quickened her pace into the room. What she saw made her stop in her tracks.
At the back of the classroom, two boys were in the middle of a heated fight. One of them, wearing a thin, wom sweater, had his classmate by the collar, his eyes red with tears and fury The other boy, in a thick winter jacket, was bigger and sturdier, holding something behind his back with a smug, taunting look on his face.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I'm not giving it back. What are you going to do about it? Ctake it if you can!" "Give it back! Give it back tonow the boy in the sweater yelled, his voice cracking as his whole body trembled with emotion.
Suddenly, someone in the room shouted, Salford's here!"
The students who had been watching quickly turned their heads back to their desks, sitting up as straight and pretending to study, as if nothing had happened.
But the boy who'd been holding onto his classmate didn't seem to hear. He stubbornly clung to the other boy's jacket, refusing to let go.
The boy holding the stolen item finally turned pale when he spotted Clara at the door. His tone turned door. Hist e defensive as he said, "Billy, let go! The teacher's here!" Billy Laser didn't budge, his hand gripping tighter. His woke was hoarse
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