League 18
League 18
Millie showed up at the courthouse with the necessary documents and waited for Winston.
Her thoughts wandered back to the day they registered their
marriage three years ago. There was a heavy downpour in Yerwick. Winston said he’d be late because he was bus with work. Later, he suggested rescheduling due to the heavy rain.
That day, she stood at the courthouse entrance alone, watching the rain subside and resume. It wasn’t until the end of business hours that Winston showed up.
During the wait, she watched the sweet, smiling young couples. entering and leaving. She couldn’t help but sigh. If he truly loved her, he would have shown up even if it were raining, not to mention it was the day of their marriage registration. He certainly did not love her and didn’t care about marrying her.
Back to the present, Millie paced the area out of boredom. The clock. struck 9:00 am. She looked up, but Winston was absent. So, she texted him, “Mr. Greer, I can’t believe you can be tardy.”
He did not reply, so she kept on waiting. She examined the good luck charm carefully. She couldn’t believe that Arthur had grown superstitious in the three years she wasn’t home.
Was the good luck charm really that effective?
Ten minutes passed, and there were no signs of Winston. She impatiently tried to dial his number, only to receive an incoming call from Selma. Her heart sank. Had Selma caught wind of the divorce?
Selma wasn’t in the best of health and couldn’t take any shock. The last thing Millie wanted was to deliver news that caused distress to Selma.
Burdened with guilt, she carefully pressed the answer button after some thinking.
“Hello. Mills?” She heard Selma’s playful tone from the other end.
“Hey, Grandma!” Millie chirped..
Selma chuckled. She then said gently, “I’m on my way to the villa. I made a full English breakfast this morning, and I’m bringing it to you and Win. I should be there in 15 minutes!”
Millie faltered. Was Selma headed to the villa. She stammered, “Uh, Grandma, I-” She wanted to tell Selma that she wasn’t at home!
“I woke up at five in the morning to buy the ingredients and spent hours making the breakfast. Mills, I’m sure you’ll like it. And when you find the time, consider giving me a great–grandchild. It would be wonderful to have four generations together under one roof!” Selma prattled on, leaving Millie no opportunity to interject. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.
Finally, Selma concluded, “Alright now. I’ll hang up now. We’ll catch up in person.” With that, the call ended.
Millie opened her mouth, then closed it, feeling utterly powerless.
Well…
She scrolled through her contacts, searching for Winston’s number, just as his car pulled up in front of her.
Winston, visibly frustrated, rolled down the car window. “Who were you talking to? I couldn’t reach you; your line was busy.”
She leaned closer to peer at him through the window. “Your grandma.”
Speechless, he felt as though she was cursing him out.
He remained in the car, having just received a call from Selma about her impending visit to the villa. He and Millie had been living
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separately, only meeting at the villa during Selma’s surprise visit: It was truly baffling that Selma’s visit coincided with their scheduled divorce proceedings.
Winston pressed his lips and furrowed his brows. He suggested, “We could either inform Grandma of our divorce to avoid going to the villa or keep it under wraps for now. Make your pick.”
She snapped at him, “Hold on, Winston Greer, you’re quick to shift blame. How can you ask me to choose now Who’ll take responsibility if something goes wrong after she hears the news?‘
In the end, she was certain Winston would find a way to blame her
He lifted a brow. In their three years of marriage, she was rarely so argumentative. He thought, “She’s showing her true colors during the divorce. Must have been hard for her to pretend to be a good wife all those years.”
“Get in” he instructed, deciding to address Selma’s visit first, but she hesitated.
Millie suggested, “Why don’t we just sign the papers since we’re already here at the courthouse? It’ll only take a few minutes.” After all, they were already at the entrance of the courthouse.
Winston shot her a loaded glance but offered no response, leaving her with no choice but to enter the car.
It was at that moment he noticed her immaculately curated appearance that day and the soft neroli scent from a perfume she applied. It was faint but just enough to be picked up by the nose.
The car departed from the courthouse. Millie stared out of the window, visibly upset about the delay in finalizing their divorce. An uncomfortable silence lingered between them.
During a brief pause at a red light, Winston casually asked, “Are you that happy to divorce me?”
With folded arms, she glanced out of the window in frustration. “I’m not happy because it hasn’t happened yet.”
That remark was oddly funny to him. He chuckled, drawing her attention. His smile seemed pretty genuine; it had been a while since he smiled in front of her.
“You should be happier than me,” she re rted with a raise of the brow and a twinkle in her eyes.
Winston pressed his lips and offered no reply. Was he happy about the divorce? He couldn’t quite say. All he knew was that he fell into a trance when he woke up in the morning with divorce in his mind.
He also remembered the sense of relief he felt upon receiving Selma’s call earlier.
In his silence, Millie jokingly prodded, “I’m finally out of the picture. Now you can marry your true love. Bet you were too excited to sleep last night, huh?”
He shot a glance at her. She wore a flirty look on her face, looking radiant and striking.
Millie possessed a beauty that was untamed, unbridled, and sharp. Her appearance was unforgettable and impressionable. What set her apart was the fact that her allure was endlessly captivating; her beauty only grew the longer one looked at her.
He chuckled as he drove. Behind his eyes lay a veil of inscrutable emotions. With a drawl, he remarked, “Yeah.”
She stared sideways at him and seemed to make peace with herself upon hearing his confirmation. It appeared that Winston had never truly wanted to marry her, but he definitely longed to marry Joanna because he loved the latter.
She mused, “Perhaps, I wrongly claimed the title that belonged to Joanna for three years.”
When they arrived at the villa, Selma was already waiting for them at the entrance while Eli dutifully sheltered her with an umbrella.
The petite old woman was clad in an emerald green dress and adorned with a pearl necklace, looking glamorous and charming at her age.
However, the mood did not feel quite right.
Winston and Millie left the car at the same time, only to face Selma’s scrutinizing look. She confronted them, “Where have you been?”
Hearing that, Millie exchanged a look with Winston. She was about. to cook up an excuse when she heard Selma asking Winston sternly, “There are rumors of your divorce. Are they true or false?”
“Grandma, who did you hear that from?” Winston let out a muffled, troubled laugh. He approached Selma and held her arm. “It’s too. sunny out here. Let’s talk inside.”
Pushing him away with a serious expression, Selma insisted, “1 There’s no need for that. Mills, give me an answer.” Knowing that Millie was an honest woman, she’d only trust the words from
Millie’s mouth. Winston was no good as he only had eyes for that wretched Lowell lady.
Had it not been for her sympathy toward Millie, Selma would have paid no attention to Winston at all.
Winston frowned in Millie’s direction. Doubt flashed across his eyes. Meeting his eyes, Millie felt a pang of bitterness and helplessness at his lack of trust. He had to be worried that she’d tell Selma about the divorce, knowing that Selma would back her up.
If Selma heard about the divorce proceedings, she would hav