His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

164 Divorce Agreement

"Why do you have this card?" Frade said, sitting on the couch with the reporter's card in his hand. He glanced over the card and was about to toss it in the trash.

"No!" I stopped him at the bathroom door. "Keep the card."

"Why?" Frade said, holding the card between his fingers. If he let go, the card would fall into a nearby trash can.

"I'm thinking about giving an interview." I wiped my damp hair with a towel and quickly walked up to him to grab the card.

When I get home, the first thing I do is take a shower. I don't want the smell of cheap prison soap anywhere on my body. I put the reporter's business card on the table before I took a shower. I didn't think Frade would notice it.

"You haven't told me why." Frade looked at me quizzically. "Eva, you're not in the right mood. Is something wrong?"

"Nothing." I tossed the wet towel on the couch and went to the fridge for a soda. "I'm just thinking about a problem."

When I turned around, Frade was standing behind me. He had one hand on the refrigerator door. "So you're not going to tell me your plan?"

"I don't have a plan." I pushed him away. "As I said, I'm just thinking about a problem."

I gulped the soda. A cold liquid ran down my throat into my stomach and doused the raging fire that was growing inside me.

Frade sat back down on the sofa and smoked his cigar in silence against the French window. For the first time in the room, the air was heavy.

"I'm sorry." I walked over to him and put my hands on his shoulders. "Please forgive me for what I did."

"It's all right," he said, peering into the distance through the French windows. A faint puff of smoke came out of his mouth, then he extinguished the half-smoked cigar.

Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down, and the next moment I fell into his arms. He held me so I could face him.

"I'm sorry." He stared at me. "If I hadn't let you go with that damn cop, you wouldn't be in jail. It's my fault."

"No." I put my index finger between his lips. "It's over. Even if I don't go with that cop Eric, he'll find a way to put me in jail. It's all a setup."

"You know what? I was going crazy when I heard you were in jail," Frade said angrily, referring to the police. "If Tommy hadn't stopped me, I think I would have blown up the police station."

"I believe you can do it," I joked, "Not only will our faces appear on the police's official website, but all the TV and newspapers will report our bad behaviour. Let me see what headlines those media will use to report us."

I pretended to think, and Frade glared at me angrily.

"I'm not kidding," he said,

"I know," I said, and kissed him on the lips. As my tongue went into his mouth, his tongue wrapped itself around mine.

One of his hands pressed against my head so that his tongue could go deeper into my mouth. Soon he went from passive to active. He was used to being in control. There was something magical about his kiss that made me fall in an instant.

"Damn it, do you know how much I missed you?" Frade put his head on my forehead, "Every night I lost you, I couldn't sleep. I thought about you even when I was breathing. Tell me, did those damn cops give you a hard time? If they dare..." he said.

"Shh!" My lips stopped his words. "It's all over now."

I won't tell him what happened to me at the police station. Now that we've won, all that pain doesn't matter anymore.

"What matters is that we are together now," I whispered in his ear.

"There's one more thing I have to tell you," Frade said in a low voice. "I have news about Daley."

Daley? My heart skipped a beat. I still get butterflies in my stomach when the name comes up.

He is still my husband by law, and maybe he is the father of my unborn child.

Or maybe I still have some special feelings for him.

"He sent you a letter from Mexico." Frade pointed to his desk. "I think you should open it yourself."

I left him. When I opened the drawer, I found an envelope inside. Just as I was about to open the envelope, my hand began to shake.

What letter did Daley write me?

In the envelope, however, was a stack of printed documents. I took the document out of the envelope and saw that the first page of the document had the words"Divorce agreement" written on it.

He sent me the divorce agreement.

I tried to find another piece of paper in the envelope. I thought he would write what he wanted to say to me. But other than the divorce papers, I didn't find any.

Not a word, just a divorce agreement.

Daley gave me all his legal assets in the country, but he added a special note to the document.

He will raise my unborn baby with me.

"What's this?" Frade came to me.

"Daley gave me the divorce agreement," I said, placing it on the table. "He left me everything he had in his name, and not only that, he asked me to raise my baby with him."

"He is dreaming." Frade snorted. "I don't need him to raise my child."

Oh! Here we go.

I don't want to burst his bubble. After all, it's not clear which one of them this child belongs to.

It could be him. It could be Daley.

"If you sign this document, your marriage with him will be over, won't it?"Frade asked.

"I think so."

"Why don't you sign it now?" Frade handed me a pen on the table. "It's time to end things with him."

I hesitated for half a second before taking the pen and bending over to sign my name on the divorce agreement.

When I saw my name written under his name, my heart felt inexplicably sad.

This impulsive and absurd marriage is finally over at this moment.

All the memories of my relationship with Daley flashed through my mind like a fast-forward movie. As the movie drew to a close, a photograph of our wedding was frozen in front of my eyes.

'Would you go to hell for me?'

'Yes, I would.'

The promises that were once spoken in little white churches are now a bubble, and they are slowly disappearing.

"You belong to me now." Frade hugged me from behind and kissed the back of my neck.

Suddenly, there was a dull pain in my lower abdomen, which then turned into a sharp pain. I had to bend over and put my hands on my belly.

"Frade," I called.

"Eva, what's wrong?" He held me nervously to keep me from falling.

"Call the doctor," I said in pain.