The word “divorce” was like a dagger, plunging deep into Marguente’s heart, causing a pain she’d never felt before
Her eyes <b>started </b>to sting, and she looked up at Jocelyn through a blurry veil of tears, “Will I ever see him again?”
Jocelyn met her gaze, her own eyes revealing aplex mix of emotions that were hard to decipher
She shook her head, “There’s no need for a mutual agreement, the court has already decided.”
They hade to this inevitable crossroad.
Margueriteughed bitterly, “Well, at least I’m spared the pain of a final goodbye”
Jocelyn didn’t understand what Marguerite meant, but her words stirred a sense of unease within her
“Marquente, do you know that Frederick decided yesterday to…” Dere his love for you.
But Jocelyn’s words came to a sudden halt.
She thought of Frederick’s tireless efforts to arrange the perfect setting and his anxious anticipation of Marguerite’s response. It broke her heart.
Marguerite was pregnant with Maurice’s child, an irrevocable fact. And Marguerite’s decision to keep the baby meant she was on the opposite side of Frederick
So, what good would it do to tell her about Frederick’s love to her?
She paused, her gaze shifting from regret to determination, “Never mind. Marguerite, it’s time for our paths to diverge. I wish you the best”
As she finished, Jocelyn briskly pulled a bill from her wallet, left it under the water pitcher, and walked away.
Once Jocelyn left, Marguerite was flooded with thoughts
Suddenly, she stood up and called after Jocelyn, “Jocelyn!”
Jocelyn turned around, her unfamiliar expression making her seem like a stranger “What is it?”
Marguerite’s eyes, brimming with tears, evoked a sense of pity in anyone who saw her
She had a thousand things to say to Jocelyn, but she didn’t know where to <b>start</b>.
She wanted to say she loved Frederick. She wanted to apologize for carrying this child
She wanted to say she never meant to manipte him, deceive him, or betray him.
But, she just couldn’t make the wordse out
“Marguente?”
Caught off guard, Marguerite touched her bare wrist, remembering the bracelet Jocelyn had once given her “Wait, let me return your bracelet”
The bracelet was priceless and had been treasured by Marguerite. Now, it should be in the suitcase Nadine had brought back
Jocelyn, however, shook her head, her expression colder than ever
“Keep it. Once a gift is given, it’s not taken back. Just like life, once something happens, all that remains is facing the consequences.”
Marguerite felt a lump in her throat. She understood the meaning behind Jocelyn’s words
Carrying Maurice’s child meant she could never go back to Frederick.
Jocelyn cast a final nce at Marguente, before resolutely turning around and leaving
At the entrance, Jocelyn spoke briefly with the bodyguards, who promptly returned to Marguerite, urging her, “Ms. Lockwood, it’s time to go”
The deep pain in her heart made Marguerite feel like <b>a </b>walking corpse as she followed the bodyguards back to the vi
As soon as the car came to a stop, Marguerite spotted a familiar figure being forcefully stopped by the bodyguards. Yet, the figure continued to push forward, seemingly tireless