His Toxic Love

Chapter 6 Divorce Agreement

“Don't!” I woke up, gasping for breath, realizing it was daybreak. Thank goodness it was just a dream. Reaching for the alarm clock on the side, I got up to take a shower and put on some makeup.

Before that, I took out the divorce agreement from the drawer that Grace had given me yesterday. Read it from the page one to the end, I found it both ridiculous and amusing that another woman wanted to end my marriage.

Taking a pen from the holder, I hesitated, unable to sign my name on it. I couldn't bear to leave Sebastian completely. I loved him for seven years as a single girl and five years as his wife. Though he never treated me as his wife, failed to fulfill his duties as a husband, and humiliated, suspected me, I still couldn't leave him.

A sudden sharp pain in my lower abdomen waked me up from those thoughts. I quickly signed my name on the agreement. Packing a few clothes, some money and my belongings into a suitcase, I headed to Grace's place.

When I arrived, she received a phone call and left me waiting in the living room. As I gazed at the red roses in the vase, I felt someone's eyes on me. Looking up, I met Grace's gaze.

She wore a pretty smile on her face, as though she was talking to someone she loved. Someone I knew too well. It was Sebastian. My heart sank, and an inexplicable pain surging through me.

“I'm fine,” Grace said as she walked towards me, showing off or perhaps issue a warning. Her voice, however, was soft. “Go back to your work. I know you’re busy. I'll take care of myself, don't worry. I'll be a good girl.”

Talking on the phone, she suddenly looked into my eyes and said in a coy tone, “I love you too, Sebastian.”

I slumped onto the sofa. My fingernails digging into my palms.

“Did you come to see me so early because you accepted my suggestion yesterday, Amy?” Grace asked, reclining lazily on the sofa, showing confidence as she observed my expression.

Taking a deep breath, I suppressed my all the emotions and calmly replied, “Yes, I signed the divorce agreement, and you must agree to my conditions.”

Grace didn't respond right away. Instead, she fixed her gaze on my stomach. I instinctively covered my lower abdomen, and she chuckled, “Amy, whose child is inside you? The man I saw yesterday? Is that why you agreed to sign the divorce agreement so quickly? Don't you love Sebastian very much?”

I frowned, refusing to prove my innocence anymore after last night. “It’s none of your business. Are you going to agree to my conditions or not?”

Grace adjusted her posture, her curly hair cascading over her face, and spoke in a lazy tone, “Amy, now you're the one begging me, not the other way around.”

“Is that so?” I retorted, glancing at the clock on the wall in the living room. “But can you accept the fact that I’m Sebastian's wife? Aren't you afraid that people call you Sebastian’s lover as we haven't divorced yet? Or maybe you want me to tell him what happened that day? Did I work my way into his bed, or—”

“Amelia Brooks!” She stopped me from saying more, rising from the sofa and giving me a sharp look. "Are you threatening me?"

Our eyes met. To protect my child, I couldn't afford to be weak. If I didn't speed up the process, Sebastian might come and took me to the hospital in person to abort my baby. I stayed silent, but Grace suddenly laughed, “Do you really think Sebastian would believe a murderer’s words?”