Book TRK
Chapter 247
Chapter 247
Curtis let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with resignation and disbelief as he looked at her, “So, tell me. What should I do? How can I make it so we don’t divorce?”
“Why even bother?” Leanne responded, her voice tinged with sadness and frustration. “We had our moments, sure, but it’s all broken now. Patching things up won’t bring back what we had. What’s the point in settling for something less?”
Each word felt like a needle pricking at the most vulnerable parts of Curtis’ heart.
So, that was what it felt like to be told to settle.
She was standing so close, across the coffee table, yet it felt like she was miles away.
“Curtis, you can have any woman you want. Beauty fades, and besides that, I don’t have much else. I’m not kind or thoughtful and don’t know how to cheer you up. You really shouldn’t waste your time on me.”
The tightness in Curtis’ chest was unbearable, and he scoffed. “Yeah, what woman can’t I have? The world is full of women more understanding and charming than you, eager for a hug or a kiss, ready to jump into my lap with just a wave of my hand. Why did I fall for you, of all people? I’d like to know that, too, Leanne. Maybe you can tell me why. Why is it that I want you and nobody else?”
Leanne turned her head away, taking a moment to steady her breathing and swallow the lump forming in her throat.
“That is it, and there’s no turning back,” She warned herself.
“It’s because you’ve been spoiled since childhood, getting whatever you wanted effortlessly. You’ve never faced real setbacks. Our marriage is the only failure you’ve encountered, and you can’t accept it.”
“You don’t want me. You just can’t handle failure.”
Curtis sat in the sunlight, feeling as cold and bleak as a freezing wasteland.
His eyes darkened, and he managed a bitter smile. “Talk about karma. I once hurt you, and now, it’s your turn to stab me in the heart.”
“Let’s call it even,” Leanne said calmly. “I only need half an hour of your time. Let’s go to the courthouse and get the papers.”
Curtis felt choked by the stifling sensation, loosening his tie but finding little relief.
“Don’t kid yourself. You wouldn’t get the papers even if you dragged me to the courthouse today. Didn’t you read the agreement after taking it back?”
Leanne was stunned. “What do you mean?”
In Curtis’ enigmatic gaze, her heart sank.
She had reviewed the agreement carefully before signing, confident there were no issues. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.
But with Curtis’ seasoned legal team behind him, there was always the chance they’d find some loophole to trap her.
The more she thought about it, the heavier her heart felt. She pulled her copy of the agreement from her bag and flipped through it quickly.
The words seemed to morph into menacing shapes as she went page by page to the end, still unable to identify the problem.
Until her eyes landed on the signature for Party B. Curtis’ bold and fluid handwriting read,
“Forgive me.”
It took Leanne a while to process, finally realizing she had been played from the beginning.
Her grip on the agreement tightened, her knuckles turning white.
Still in disbelief, she looked at the man sitting on the couch.
The man whom she had once shared a bed with and who could hurt her with ease deceived her effortlessly.
She had trusted him with everything, even when signing the divorce agreement, believing he wouldn’t betray her.
She thought she had been cautious, reviewing every clause, only to be caught off guard by an unexpected twist.
“Are you playing games with me, Curtis?”
“I’m sorry,” Curtis said with regret and apology. “Forgive me.”
Leanne threw the agreement at his face.
Curtis closed his eyes, sitting motionlessly, taking the hit.
The agreement struck his face with a thud, a numb pain spreading across his skin like a slap.
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