Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

I hadn't seen Matthew since Grace's passing. He appeared ashen, evidently worn out and not well-rested. He seemed defeated and didn't mince his words, "Let Melanie go. My family and I have laid my mom

to rest.

"Melanie didn't attend the funeral as you wished. It's been a week now, so you should let your anger go."

I could tell Matthew was emotional, but I scoffed, wondering what he meant by "as you wished." Still, I glanced at him indifferently and refused to retort. I hadn't felt the need to engage with Matthew since his mom's passing.

When he noticed my indifference, his tone turned colder, "We have a child together, so how could you watch a son cry his mom daily? What gave you the right to denounce me so bitterly?"

Matthew's expression was righteous as he struggled to contain his emotions. I calmly looked at him and spoke distantly, "You came to the wrong place. You shouldn't be here if you want your wife to return. Go to the cops instead. Melanie's release isn't up to me."

Matthew could no longer suppress his frustration as he shouted, "Chloe!"

and continued to observe him. Finally, he lost his gentlemanly act and approached my desk. He slammed it and roared, "You've gone too far! Do you think

my composure. I sharpened my gaze and said earnestly, "Of course I am. I've been

twitch, seemingly

myself during my self-reflection. If I hadn't taken charge of Grace, I wouldn't have to face your accusations now. Still, I

my underlying

anger intensified.

days. Mel may have been arrogant and willful, but she's much stronger than

me to break out in a cold sweat. I couldn't believe what

I muttered, "I'm worse than someone

mom?" et

my property and tried to sow discord in my

my