Don't Divorce Me

Chapter 5 An Encounter in the Rain

The next day, during Regina's lunch break, she was about to step into the break room when she heard a chorus of excited voices from inside.

"Wow, Wendy actually won the gold medal at the ADR International Cello Competition! Her talent's insane!"

"Right? Not only is she super talented, but she's loaded, and her boyfriend's rich and gorgeous too! She's living the ultimate dream life!"

"If only I had half her luck, I'd be set for life!"

Hearing the girls gush, Regina couldn't help but chuckle. She stepped in and asked, "What are you all talking about?"

Regina had gotten along well with the girls in the band, so they quickly made room for her to join in.

One of them, holding her phone, slid the video back to the beginning. "Regina, take a look! This is Wendy, the one who just won the ADS International Golden Melody Award. If only we could be like her..."

Regina's eyes fixed on the girl in the video.

That face was familiar—she'd seen it recently. In fact, on Colt's phone.

The girl with the phone continued, "And the background music for this video is her winning piece. Listen, isn't it beautiful?"

Regina listened closely for a few seconds, and her expression shifted to one of shock and disbelief.

After getting married, she'd stopped composing professionally but had set up an anonymous channel online where she'd posted little snippets of her compositions. The channel had never really taken off, though.

And now, Wendy's award-winning piece sounded strikingly similar to those very snippets Regina had shared...

But before she could think it through, the manager popped his head in and called, "Regina, someone's here to see you!"

Snapped out of her thoughts, Regina stepped outside to find her uncle, Cyril Windsor, waiting for her.

Regina took Cyril to a nearby café, where he sat nervously across from her and said in an anxious tone, "Regina, Nelson's gotten himself into trouble again. He needs 100 grand urgently. Could you... ask Colt for help?"

Hearing her uncle's request, Regina frowned. Her cousin Nelson had always been a troublemaker, causing one problem after another, and every time Colt had stepped in to clean up the mess.

But now, she had no standing to ask Colt for help anymore. She sighed and said, "Uncle Cyril, I'm planning to divorce Colt. I won't be able to ask him for any more favors."

Cyril's face went pale with panic. "What? Are you out of your mind? Colt's helped Nelson so many times, and he's been supporting our whole family! Not to mention, we can't even cover your mother's medical bills without his help."

Regina opened her mouth to respond, but Cyril cut her off. "The Walker family isn't what it used to be. You can't be selfish like this. You need to think about all of us. There's no problem between a couple that can't be fixed. Just go apologize to Colt and patch things up!"

Listening to Cyril go on and on about how she needed to think about the family, Regina let out a bitter laugh.

'I always put everyone first, but who is thinking about me?' Regina scoffed inwardly.

To get Cyril off her back, Regina said, "Alright, I'll talk to Colt."

Cyril's face lit up with visible relief. "Good, I'm glad you've come to your senses."

With that, Cyril made an excuse about having something else to do and left, leaving not a single word of concern for her the entire time.

Regina sat there for a while, staring blankly at the table before eventually heading back to work. By the afternoon, a light drizzle had started falling, and as the end of her shift approached, the rain only intensified.

Regina hadn't brought an umbrella, and now the downpour had her stuck. She glanced up at the sky, feeling helpless.

But her mother was waiting for her at the hospital, and there was no way she'd leave her without care. After hesitating a moment, she steeled herself, grabbed her cello, and dashed into the rain.

As she hurried through the streets, she spotted a bus stop nearby. She felt a flicker of hope and rushed toward it.

Just then, a familiar Maybach rolled by—it was Colt's car, no doubt.

Regina slowed down, her eyes instinctively following the car.

But the Maybach zoomed past her without even slowing down, splashing water onto her legs and drenching her skirt.

Her heart sank, and for a moment, she felt like crying.

'We're about to get divorced anyway. Why should Colt stop for me?' Regina comforted herself.

With that thought in mind, she stubbornly turned away from the car and made her way to the bus stop to wait out the rain.

A few blocks away, in the back seat of the Maybach, Colt glanced at Phyllis through the rearview mirror, his voice cold as ice. "Pull over."

Phyllis's face tensed with guilt. "Is something wrong, sir?"

Colt's expression turned grim as he said, "I don't like subordinates who play dumb."

His voice was frigid, and the way he looked at her sent a wave of pressure crashing down. Unable to handle it, Phyllis stammered out an apology. "You mean Mrs. Ryan? I'm sorry, Mr. Ryan, I only realized it was her... after we passed her. I thought—"

Colt didn't let her finish. His sharp tone cut her off. "I don't want this happening again. Now, get out."

Phyllis knew Colt was truly mad at her now. She didn't dare argue and reluctantly got out of the car, bracing herself against the downpour.

Colt then turned the car around and headed back. When he saw Regina still standing at the bus stop, drenched and waiting helplessly, his expression grew complicated.

Technically, she asked for a divorce, and maybe it would be good for her to experience how hard it was to live on her own. Maybe that would make her come back more willingly.

But as car after car splashed her with rainwater, further soaking her skirt and smudging her clothes, something inside him shifted. After a moment's hesitation, he steered the car toward her.