Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

Doris and I walked out of the living under Rose and Mark's watchful gaze, feeling their scrutinizing eyes boring into us as the door closed behind us.

Stepping out into the tranquil courtyard, we walked through the courtyard then into the garden. The garden cocooned us in its serene stillness. The occassional gentle rustle of leaves, and the soft fluttering of birds' wings disrupted the calm stillness. The vibrant hues of the various flowers lot up the the whole area, their petals swayed gracefully in the breeze and the equally colourful butterflies of all shapes and sizes flitted avout in the garden, adding an ethearal feel and look to the space.

I admired the flowers and butterflies. I sighed quietly, if only my life could be as effortless as their beauty.

Grandma Doris had her hands clasped behind her back as we walked along the pathway between the garden. It would pain me to say no to Doris but it was what I have to do.

"Sydney, Doris finally called, her voice was a soothing balm to the ears. "Do you still love Mark?"

I pondered on her question. Do I love Mark? I've asked myself this question a number of times but I had never answered it. Now I had to, "Maybe I used to," when I still wanted to make the marriage work, I shrugged, "Maybe I once tried to," I scoffed, a dry bitter erupting from my throat, "Maybe I never even did." 1 sighed and let my shoulders fall in resignation, "But right now? I don't know. I have no idea if I have any of those feelings for your grandson. All I know and I'm sure of is that he doesn't love me. Mark has never loved me and I can't remain where I am not wanted."

All the while, Doris listened silently, her walk slowing down just as mine did. She lowered her head in silence for a while and I wondered what she was thinking? Was she dissapointed in me? In Mark? She had seem the happiest on her wedding day. Was she dissapointed that the union didn't work out?

"Sydney," her voice was comforting. "I know Mark has hurt you but as his grandmother, I still want to fighty for a chance for him." Her pleading gaze met mine. "You're a good woman and nothing would make me happy as having you in my grandson's life. Is that okay? Then she shook her head and rephrased her request, "Would that be possible?"

I shook my head. And instead of baselessly telling her how I wouldn't allow it even if it was possible. I brought out my phone and went straight to my hidden files.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

"Look at this," I handed her the phone and played the video Bella had sent to me some months back for

her to see.

I know I should've angrily deleted it but something stopped me and I just felt the need to keep it. I guess it was for cases like this. It was to show the good people in my life that I wasn't just throwing out marriage away because I wanted to. I had my reason. It was all a farce anyway. So why suffer in it?

Doris eyes only widened a fraction as she watched it. Other than that, there was no other reaction to guage her shock. I guess she already knew that her grandson might be capable of such.

"That is your grandson." My voice trembled as I spoke and I wanted to hit myself for it. It wasn't supposed to hurt anymore so why do I feel a ache in my heart? I guess it was why I had hid the video. It was why I always choose to be angry rather than hurt. It was my way of shutting out all these unwanted feelings. I swallowed, "And that woman is my sister!"

"Your sister," Grandma Doris' brows slightly creased as she muttered, her demeanor was calm and her

sion remained unreadable. I couldn't help but admire how calm she was

"This isn't the Mark I love," she muttered, probably to herself, as she watched. Now she was shaking her head, "This isn't the sweet boy I watched grow up into a good loyal man." Then her voice quivered as she whispered ever so silently, "This isn't Mark."

Even long after the video ended and the screen remained still, Doris was still watching the phone, her frail hands steadily held the phone.

Then she looked up. There was a smile on her face but it didn't reach her watery eyes. It made me feel bad but I had to console myself that it wasn't solely my fault. Up until the damned video, I was still struggling to make things work by being the perfect wife but Mark only acted like I didn't exist. I had tried and I've long learned that it's okay to let go after fruitlessly trying for so long