Chapter 963
Chapter 963:
She realized then—his flaws had long overshadowed whatever good remained. The weight of his failures had crushed any trace of admiration she once held for him. There was nothing left to hold on to.
Michelle brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her movements unhurried. The storm inside her had passed. Her decision was clear, her voice steady.
“Robert, let’s get a divorce.”
When Erika heard Michelle’s decision to divorce Robert, she shoved the door open, her breath hitching as she threw herself into Michelle’s arms. “Mom, no! Don’t do this. Please don’t divorce Dad!”
Why was this happening? How had everything unraveled so fast?
The house she had grown up in was now off-limits to her. She couldn’t even go to school. Selma was gone. Her parents fought like it was routine. And now—divorce. Why did it have to come to this?
Michelle had sworn she wouldn’t cry, but seeing her daughter fall apart shattered that promise. The tears came before she could stop them.
“There’s nothing I can do. Look at the mess your father’s made!” Robert had always been obsessed with his reputation, especially in front of family.
Now, realizing Michelle’s outburst had been overheard, his anger burned even hotter.
Divorce? If anyone was going to bring that up, it would be his decision. How dare she even suggest it?
“You want a divorce? Fine. Let’s finish it now! We’ll go to court!” Robert’s eyes were bloodshot as he seized Michelle’s arm, dragging her toward the door.
Erika cried, pleading with Robert to stop, but he shoved her aside. She collided with the TV stand, the sharp thud echoing through the room, pain flashing across her face.
Michelle rushed to her daughter’s side, her breaking point reached.
gⲁ𝗅𝓝𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺? 𝓜𝒐𝒓𝑒 novels
“Fine, let’s go! I can’t stand you anymore!”
How could he hurt his own daughter? That was unbelievable!
Erika tried to stop them, but the pain was overwhelming. She could only watch helplessly as Robert and Michelle slammed the door behind them.
Fernanda heard the news of their divorce soon after.
She was in her dorm, studying for finals when Leon called to inform her about what was happening with Robert and Michelle, and she was a bit surprised.
She had always known their relationship was doomed, but she hadn’t expected it to fall apart so fast.
Their divorce wouldn’t be easy—especially when it came to splitting up their assets.
Robert wouldn’t give Michelle much. They’d fight over every last penny. Fernanda didn’t have to do anything but sit back and watch them tear each other apart.
“By the way, Leon,” Fernanda said, her voice casual, “can you set something up for me? Find someone around thirty—someone attractive and understanding.”
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