Farewell, Cruel LoveBOOK1-Chapter 1
Michael Purnell and I had been together for nine years. In that time, we had gotten divorced ten times. The eleventh time, I followed him to a jewelry store where he helped his lover, Regina White, choose a diamond ring.
“She’s pregnant. Just pretend this is temporary,” Michael said calmly.
Without any hint of guilt, he continued as he said, “We’ll get married again in eight months.”
“Until then, move out. I’ll have your meals delivered to you every day.”
“Oh, and go sign the divorce papers. Regina is in a very delicate condition right now. She can’t handle taking care of a baby by herself.”
I took the divorce papers from him and nodded quietly. As I turned to leave, I heard laughter behind me. It was his group of friends.
“Michael is something else,” one of them said, laughing.
“He turned his ex-wife into a servant.”
Michael chuckled and said proudly, “This is nothing. Evelyn is cheap. Even if I don’t marry her again, she’ll still take care of my child like a mistress.”
I didn’t respond. I just looked down at my phone and sent a message to the man I had been speaking with.
[Evelyn Cooke: I have the divorce certificate now. When are we getting married?]
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He replied almost immediately.
[M P: Tomorrow. I’m taking the earliest flight home.]
A moment later, I received a notification. My bank account had been credited with 52 million dollars. The message attached said something.
[Gift for our engagement]
I smiled and put my phone back into my pocket.
Michael saw my smile and frowned.
“Evelyn, what are you smiling about?” he asked coldly.
“Are you so heartbroken you’ve gone crazy?”
In theory, I should have been heartbroken. I remembered the first time Michael asked for a divorce because of Regina. It felt like my world had ended.
I cried for three days and three nights. I begged him not to leave me. I even got down on my knees in front of all our family and friends.
When he still walked away, I cut my wrists in despair. He didn’t come back. But this time was different. I looked at him without any emotion.
“Congratulations,” I said.
“You’re finally going to be a father.”
Michael nodded. His tone was cold and careless.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get married again after the baby is born,” he said.
“As long as you behave, I’ll tell the child to call you ‘Mom’ in front of others.”
I had heard words like that too many times over the past nine years.