SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER 59

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“Dad, Mom, I want a divorce.” In another Hanson’s villa, Mr. and Mrs. Hanson looked at their son with a somber expression.

“You wanted to get married in the first place. Now, you want a divorce. Do you think of this as a game? Do you know how many times you have appeared on the headlines?” Mr. Hanson stood up as he lectured his son. Weren’t they loving just a few days ago? That strand of pearls which cost 3 million dollars was the proof for everyone to know how loving they were. Yet now, a divorce. What kind of sham marriage was this?

Lorraine could not help but sigh. She held onto her husband’s hand as they exchanged a look of mutual understanding. They had to give in this time.

“I will not interfere with whatever you do in the future. Married or divorced, you must give us a grandchild as soon as possible.” Mr. Hanson’s tone of voice finally loosened up as he sat down.

He had risen through the ranks for the better part of his life. It was time for him to enjoy his retirement, spend time, and cuddle a grandchild.

“I understand, Dad. I will.” Diego smiled faintly. Then he looked at his watch. There was still time for him to go and keep Ruby company. However, he came to realize that it had become his responsibility at times. He had given himself this responsibility, and he had to go. His expression darkened. He was getting divorced, but in his heart, it felt hollower.

He cast these weird thoughts aside as he strode out. Finally, that woman had been banished to hell. He should be happy that he had gotten rid of that disgusting woman.

Right. Happy. The corner of his lips curled up, but he did not know why that smile seemed so deliberate. As though he was smiling for the sake of it.

This was not a wholehearted smile. He had forced himself to it.

After Diego left, Lorraine sighed. How could this happen? Julianna couldn’t conceive. She liked the child, but if this was true, she would have to be ruthless. After all, she was only human. How could one love if the child wasn’t of their own flesh and blood? Unknown to her, there were some who had not loved their child—even if they had conceived the child themselves.

The clock ticked as time passed. Some people were basking in happiness while others, in pain and agony.

Inside Diego’s villa...

Lorraine looked at Julianna with mixed feelings as she sat across her. Her pale, haggard face was as white as snow. It was proof to her that she was not doing well at all. She was in pain.

It had only been a few days since she last saw her, but she looked like another person.

She had thinned. Her collarbone was more protruding. She had always been thin; now, she was practically skin and bones.

“Julianna, please don’t blame Ah Diego. It is a fact that he is our only son.” Lorraine tried to sound tactful for fear of causing more pain to this fragile woman who was only a child herself. Could she bear to do it? No, she couldn’t. Ultimately, she had to.

“Julianna, I’m sorry. Please agree to the divorce.” She had to be selfish. There’s really not much of a choice. If she wasn’t, the Hanson family line would end.

“Mom, you knew I can’t conceive. Diego told you, right?” Julianna ’s voice was hoarse; there was no pitch to it. It made hearing hard.

Lorraine was stunned for a moment, and then she nodded. She raised her hand and rested it on Julianna’s head after a long time. She caressed her hair like how a mother would do. It pained Julianna more.

“Julianna, I know you are a good child, and you love Diego with all your heart. We are really sorry... please forgive us.”

She felt her heart ached as she said it because this child’s eyes were hollow. What she resembled now was a living corpse.

“I know and I understand.” Julianna merely lowered her gaze. How could they not thought of why she couldn’t conceive? Suddenly, everything didn’t matter to her. Her heart... it didn’t hurt anymore. She felt a numbness that made her seemed old after experiencing these great changes.

“Oh...” Lorraine gave a deep sigh. “Don’t you worry. I will not treat you unfairly even if you are not my daughter-in-law. Ah Diego may have a bad temper, but you will be given your entitlement. If he dared to short-change you, I will be the first to disagree.”

Julianna smiled bleakly as her eyes shimmered with what looked like tears. She turned away and stared out the window, wondering if she would ever have good days ahead.

She wanted nothing. What she longed for would never belong to her. She might as well be dead.

Lorraine wanted to say more, but nothing came out. She would leave things as it was. The more she said, the more pain she would cause.

“Julianna , tell me. Do you really love Ah Diego?” Lorraine asked while she looked at the absent-minded Julianna . Her action had answered the question.

If she had not loved dearly, how could she behave like this?

If it was not true love, how would she have tolerated her son’s weird temperament?

If she had not loved passionately, how could she still stand her ground after so much suffering?

“Love.” Julianna smiled in a daze. “What is the use of loving?” She had loved him for decades in exchange for what?

Physical and emotional pain. Then what?

Lorraine was shocked at the level of her sadness. This was an emotion that would allow one to be reborn or be led to their destruction. She had a feeling: Ah Diego might be losing the most important and colorful thing in his life.

“I’m sorry.” She placed her hand on Julianna’s hair like she was her own daughter. If this was really her child, her heart would ache so badly for her. Alas, she was not. Lorraine, might have felt the pain but had to put her son and family first.

They had indeed mistreated this child.

“I’m sorry...” Julianna’s eyelashes started to quiver helplessly, mumbling the words softly from her lips. This apology would appear to be the best thing that she received.

She deserved it. She was cheap and vicious, and she had caused her sister’s death. These were what everyone had told her except for Lorraine. She was the only one to apologize.

“It would be nice if you were my mother.” Julianna suddenly hugged Lorraine and stayed quietly in her arms. She could smell a mother’s warmth. She had forgotten when was the last time she had hugged her mother or her mother hugged her. It felt as though she was very young, about four or five years old.

Her memory was hazy.

The feeling lost.

Lorraine’s eyes reddened from the pain, and she returned the hug. She was a kind woman by nature. Julianna really made her heart ache. It was a pity... she was Diego’s mother.