A Divorce Make Me Rich

It had been two days without Alistair by her side, and Mavis felt uncomfortable all over. Alistair’s small figure would always appear in her mind, making it hard for her to focus on anything.

Tomorrow at 9 am was the day she and Anthony had agreed to go to the civil affairs bureau to get their divorce certificate, and she couldn’t sleep again. She felt anxious, uneasy, but also a sense of relief that she could finally be free from the shackles of marriage. All these complex emotions intertwined and were difficult to express.

Knock knock –

In the deep midnight of this night, there was another knock on the door of her apartment.

Anthony loved coming over in the middle of the night.

Mavis didn’t look too happy as she got up reluctantly to answer it. “What are you doing here again?”

Her voice trailed off because when she looked outside, it wasn’t Anthony standing there but Moore.

There was a momentary shock in her eyes as she asked him, “You’re not sleeping yet?”

Moore smiled with his eyebrows raised as he handed over a takeout box he held in his hand, “I guessed you wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight so I went out and bought some barbecue food for us. Can I keep you company?”

Mavis stared at him holding that delicious smelling barbecue food without saying anything.

Moore had lived in Green Grove Apartment for seven days now; he knew how much space should be given between them during late-night visits. After all, tomorrow she would officially become single again; was it appropriate for them to eat barbecue alone together?

When Mavis hesitated about whether or not they should eat together like this so late, Moore seemed aware of what was going through her mind and immediately said, “Don’t worry Mavis; everyone else sees me as your cousin right now. Since I’m here just because I feel bad seeing you suffer from insomnia.”

He made sense.

The Callahan Group not only resolved public opinion quickly but also resolved Mavis’ anxiety after learning that Moore liked her romantically before tonight’s visit happened.

“Then come on inside,” said Mavis with a smile on her face suddenly feeling relieved by his words. “We haven’t drunk together for ages, have we? What do you want tonight?”

Moore laughed heartily then lifted up another hand hidden behind him, revealing an array of drinks he brought along, “Spirit or red wine? Beer or liquor? Whatever drink suits your fancy.”

He came prepared!

Mavis picked out a bottle of high-concentration liquor among all those drinks then poured herself a full glass, drinking it down quickly.

Moore hadn’t expected that kind reaction from her who hadn’t eaten something yet hours ago.

“It’s been several hours since we finished dinner time,” He reminded gently. “Your stomach must be empty by now; slow down your drinking first then start eating some barbecued meat instead so you won’t get drunk too fast.”

Mavis leaned her head on one hand, a lazy smile playing at the corner of her mouth as she drank too quickly and got tipsy.

“Crana has an old saying that goes ‘drowning your sorrows in alcohol only makes them worse.’ I don’t know if it’s true or not, but I want to try it out for myself.”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Moore could tell she was troubled and sighed before asking, “Mavis, do you… not want to divorce Anthony?”

“How could you say that? I dream about it,” she replied immediately.

“But… before you were so determined. Lately though, I’ve noticed you sighing a lot and seeming worried every day. Are you afraid of something?”

Mavis shook her head. She couldn’t deny that she had wavered internally several times during this period – all because of Alistair.

Alistair was only five years old and hadn’t been able to be with her until recently. Now he would have to give up his habits from the past five years and leave his father behind along with the entire Callahan family and familiar living environment in order to stay with her outside of his comfort zone.

Every time she thought about Alistair, she felt conflicted and guilty – unsure if what she was doing now was good for him or not.

While Mavis pondered this with lowered eyes, Moore kept staring at her intently. Even if she didn’t say anything outrightly, he could guess what might be troubling her inside.

“Mavis,” he advised gently after some time passed by in silence between them. “You can’t accompany your son forever; he will eventually learn how to grow up on his own terms someday soon enough. Therefore don’t let other factors influence your judgment.”

Mavis nodded slowly before changing the subject abruptly, “Let’s drink!”

Moore had been accompanying Mavis for five years now; therefore knew very well that this meant avoiding those topics altogether.

Avoidance wasn’t going anywhere productive anytime soon either way…

He needed to help guide Mavis towards making the best decision possible.

As they drank into the night until two o’clock in the morning – leaving Mavis half-drunk – Moore sat beside her bed feeling helpless as ever while tucking blankets around her body carefully before speaking again.

“Mavis, you really don’t treat me like an outsider at all! You aren’t even afraid that I might take advantage of such moments when we’re alone together…”

“But then again,” he continued reassuringly after pausing briefly once more just then, “I won’t ever betray your trust no matter what happens between us.”

“Tomorrow is the divorce day, so congratulations to you for becoming single again,” he took out his phone and typed a message to a stranger’s number.

After finishing the barbecue box and cleaning up all the garbage on the table, he silently left Mavis’s small apartment and went back upstairs to sleep.

This night was destined to be a sleepless one.

Mavis had drunk too much last night, and when her alarm clock woke her up, she felt dizzy. At eight o’clock in the morning, she got up to wash up and prepare to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Mavis didn’t oversleep even though her head wasn’t clear. She went into the bathroom obediently.

When she came out again, she accidentally noticed that there seemed to be some commotion downstairs. She quietly looked outside through the window and saw that a large group of reporters were gathered at Green Grove Apartment’s entrance clearly waiting for her.

She was puzzled: what was going on now?

When she opened news website, it turned out that news about Anthony going with her today for their divorce certificate had been exposed. Many netizens expressed their desire to witness their successful divorce online while journalists naturally wouldn’t miss this hot news topic.

Outside of her door, Moore had already gotten ready early in order accompany Mavis when they headed towards Civil Affairs Bureau.

Knock knock –

Moore knocked on Mavis’s door. “Is everything okay? It’s time for us to leave.”

After only waiting a few seconds later did Mavis open it.

“Mavis,” said Moore with pursed lips smiling, “Do you know there are reporters blocking our way downstairs?”

Mavis thought about it briefly, “Not many people knew I’m getting divorced from Anthony today; even Bryleigh didn’t know… Is this Anthony’s doing?”

Moore didn’t hide anything; he spoke honestly, “I leaked it.”

“You?” asked Mavis confusedly, “Why? Have you changed your mind about me divorcing Anthony?”

Moore couldn’t help but laugh, “How could I? I can’t wait for you get rid of him immediately! And remember when we went shopping at seafood market last time we were photographed by someone… I suspect it was him who arranged that.”

His purpose must have been clearing his relationship with Mavis so as not make himself look bad in front of media eyes. If they really did get divorced because, then he won’t be able to pursue her openly after they divorced. Anthony was quite cunning indeed!