The Hero
Chapter 404 Divorce
In the end, Mikaela left without any action. She almost gave in to their mutual lust, but she thought of the precious Renna. No, the little girl did not serve as any moral chain.
The reason was very pragmatic: Young Renna was napping alone at home. If he woke up and realized none of his parents were with him, he would be terrified! And don't ignore the growing trend of tragedies that occur because children are left alone at home and without adult supervision.
Just thinking about it had forced him to ignore all the desires that were awakened within him and free himself from Javier's embrace. He rushed out of the door, his face confused, and ran down the stairs.
Javier didn't stop it this time. He had told her before that he would never force himself on her. Moreover, he had good reason to believe that he had planted a seed into the young woman's mental landscape. Soon, it would sprout, take root, and grow until it took over his heart.
As she pondered, Mikaela - her legs blurred as she went down the stairs - could feel her heart spinning like a hammer as she fled…
Donald came home a while after Mikaela returned, her mood was very sour. The reason was quite simple: Mikaela had told him over the phone that her ruse did not bring results, and that she should give up on the impossible.
The news made Donald hurt. He was really excited when googling models from the comfort of his company all along! He had planned to make a profit of 80,000 dollars, which in his avid fantasies had been marked for use to woo the new chick growing up in the 2000s. Damn, he had already imagined they were more than just friends at the end of the courtship period!
And now, that beautiful and delicious dream was like milk spilled from the bottle Mikaela had smashed. How could he not be angry about that?
How could there be anyone in this world who wished he wasn't upset about this ?!
He practically charged towards Mikaela once he got home.
“By f *ck! For f* ck! Why don't you just do your job and really help me?! Have you forgotten just who I work for? It's for the family! Our family! How is it so hard for you to persuade him to do business with me?!”
Mikaela smiled.
"Why? Does he owe you anything? What do you know about all this? You told me that you know, but when I asked you a question, you told me to wait for you to come back to me later because you need to go to Google just to answer me! Well, shit! Since when is googling a particular part of a particular set of skills? As if no one else in the world knew how to use a fucking computer!” he retreated, throwing away some of the arguments Javier used against him.
Javier's stab makes him feel very upset, so it's time for Donald to experience the same humiliation.
Donald obviously doesn't have it. “So what if I search for it on the Internet? He's an elite billionaire, isn't he? Would a rich man like him search for himself? If there were any loose screws on his head, he would definitely stop researching the price and ignore us! So what's wrong with us getting a little extra money through all that effort, huh?
“Jesus! I swear to God, you yourself are a brain-dead person, you know that? It's as if you need someone to remind you with whom you should side with at a time like this! You must support
me, your fucking husband! Damn, a husband who works hard to make money for you and your comfort!
Mikaela could not stop sneering and snorting at his bluff.
"Thul? For my comfort? Then maybe you should tell me how much you make today vs. how much you spend! The car you use to prance? I've got to add over 15,000 dollars so you can buy your fucking car! Seriously, where does 'make money for comfort' you scream like a baboon?
"Maybe you should ponder whether Renna and I have ever spent a single penny you earned! Have we, huh?”
Donald's anger and frustration reached its peak. He racked his brain to come up with a perfect counter argument, yet he could not set an example at all. Panicking, he turned to the balcony, his eyes fixed on the fresh laundry hanging on the shelf. Then, a thought formed in his mind.
“Then explain the detergent gift bag I bought last time! Oh, right, I bought ten for you to use!
It would be best if Donald held his tongue and did not mention the "detergent gift bag" as the words triggered Mikaela to grab the heel she had just kicked and swing it over Donald's head.
“Are you real ?! You will mention the gift bag that you bought in bulk because it came from the older sister of a young woman in your company ?! You're just trying to please that young lady, and yet you think I don't know anything!" snarl.
“The only reason I shut up is because I don't want to expose you!”
Donald thinks Mikaela doesn't know anything. Still, the blow his head suffered could only add to his already intensifying spleen, and in anger, he lunged at Mikaela, screaming, “You b*tch! How dare you raise your hand at me! How dare you!”
He pressed the leg of the woman who was kicking and clenched the other hand, too excited and ready to land it on his prey.
It was then that a series of thumping sounds rumbled from the direction of the door.
Donald was held back until he stopped.
The neighboring jeremiad scratched the air like a blaring siren. "Stop Boombox! You two want to spend your day? Be my guest! But my son needs a nap to take his exam, you idiot. If he fails and jeopardizes his future college acceptance, will the two of you be responsible for his failure, huh?!… F * ck!
The neighbor in question is a former prisoner who has just been released. He had a fiery temper, almost unhindered, which was why Donald immediately lowered his head.
He did not even want to say hello to the man. He couldn't muster up the courage to make a pip, even when his neighbor smacked his fist into their poor door. Mikaela took advantage of this opportunity, She pushed the man away, ran to the bedroom, and closed the door from the inside, she said,
Donald wants to slam his fists against the door angrily, but his fear of the ex-con across from their unit is deeply persuasive. It made Donald sulk at himself in the living room quietly.
Mikaela stepped into her safe bedroom and realized that Renna had woken up some time ago. Fresh tears hung from her eyelashes as she hugged her blanket and sobbed.
Mikaela felt a pain in her chest. He pulled the girl into his arms, comforting her. After a long time, Renna finally told her mother, “I don't like dad. I really don't like it. Can we pretend he's not with us, ma'am? Can't we?"
Mikaela has always been bitter about the life she was forced to live, but she wants Renna to enjoy family and have parents who are still a couple.
He could only last so long because
his daughter. But now? Renna herself had rejected her father.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a freezing silence. His head was split between the choices.
However, as night fell, Mikaela got her answer: If neither she nor Renna wanted to live like this, then what was the point of continuing this false union with a piece of dirt?
Mikaela opened the door and declared as she faced the beer-loving Donald, "I want a divorce."
Donald is so drunk with booze that his eyes can barely be peeled off, but Mikaela's statement makes him a little sober.
"Oh yeah? Well, fuck you too. We can get divorced if you want. You go get yourself screwed up by any stallion who thinks you're attractive remotely, while I'll go with my sweet baby doll! he scoffs.
“But one thing is certain. This house is mine! Your parents may have bought this house, but she bought it after we got married, which made this a common possession between husband and wife!
“You cheated, didn't you? Seduce men and beg them to make love to you? Well, I demand this house as compensation, or see you in court! Mikaela raised her hand into the air with a wave of despair before carrying Renna.
He walked towards the door, even paying a little attention as he looked at the key, “Don't bother me. You can have everything if it means I don't need to see your disgusting face for the rest of my life! |
Donald chuckles. “That's true, ******! Get that son of a bitch out of the house with that immoral woman! God knows who his real father is! Better get out of front of me as soon as possible!”
Mikaela's blood is boiling. How blind he was then to find *sshat like this ... and f* cking married him!
