Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

I giggled, "I'm sure, Doris. One mention of your name and they always retreat."

She seemed to be struggling to drag her glare away from Mark. Then she muttered, "As they should." One of the servants arrived with three boxes of wine in a tray, another placed glass stools before each of us and then we were all served orange juice.

The silence in the room stretched as Doris sipped her wine. She lowered her vip and glanced at each of us. "Come on, don't just watch me drink," she gestured at our glasses, "Drink to your fill." Reluctantly, each of us picked up our glasses and drank.

I could tell from the tense air in the room - the one Doris was trying to clear away - she was going to talk about the divorce and she wouldn't just talk about it, she would try to stop me from divorcing her grandson.

I highly respect Doris but I couldn't just agree. I couldn't give up all my efforts to end this and just agree to stay with Mark. I couldn't keep hurting myself and living this life anymore. Every time I saw either Mark or Bella, all that I could think of was both of them entwined in bed, butt naked. How could I continue to pretend like nothing had happened? How could he continue to act like it was okay?

Since we all seemed to be hesitating.I decided to bring up the topic. I dropped my half emptied glass of orange juice on the stool and faced Grandma, "Grandma, I want to divorce Mark." And there, it was out. Grandma was frozen for a nanosecond before she pulled herself together. "I was the one who proposed it, "I continued, "I don't think it's unknown knowledge that I am not happy in this marriage." I passed her a pleading eye, "I hope you can support my decision."Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"I don't want a divorce," Mark's voice sounded, almost interrupting me. His face still held that bleak expression as she glared at me.

Rose snapped her gaze to her son, highly displeased by his utterance. "Mark, stop talking nonsense." She told him, "If you divorce Sydney, I will introduce you to someone better, a much better girl from a better family. I've promised you."

"Mom, please," Mark bit out harshly at his mom without even sparing her a glance. Rose stared opened mouthed at her son, shock and anger written all over her face.

Doris looked at the both of them and slightly shook his head, the expression on her face was a telltale of her disappointment. She turned to me, her eyes assessing me like she was trying to communicate her mind without actually speaking. Finally, she spoke up. "It must be my grandson's fault."

"Grandma, I know you and Mark have made an agreement about the inheritance of shares." Grandma looked quite stunned at my revelation and I nodded, "Yes, Grandma, I know about the whole thing." Maybe not the whole thing but atleast, I had an inkling of what was going on. I tried to keep my voice steady, "I appreciate it but I don't want to be tied to the inheritance of shares. So even when we divorce. there is no need to punish him," I threw a brief glance in Mark's way before facing Grandma again, "He may not be a good husband," I shrugged subtly, "At least to me, but he is a good heir.” Doris' eyes lit up in surprise and I could feel Mark's gaze on me. They both obviously didn't expect me to speak well of the man I so desperately wanted out of my life but it was the truth. If Mark remained Grandma Doris' heir, then she would, one day, die a happy death, knowing that the company was in good

hands.

She looked at me then her gaze switched to Mark with an unfathomable expression. She then held my gaze. "Sydney dear, can we speak privately?"

I stared back at her and I knew that there would be lots of convincing and pleading and I would have to firmly stand my ground if I intend to really go on with the divorce.

"Sure," I answered, my voice definite as I made my intent clear. "But I would not change my decision no matter what."