Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 83

All Russel did was raise an eyebrow, then he said, “Before you marry again, watch your step, okay? Don’t go knocking yourself silly or something”

I muttered “None of your business” under my breath, not sure if he even heard me

A nurse hustled Russel away. Once he was gone, Stella came back. She seemed to have had a revelation, saying excitedly. “Rena, all your efforts finally paid offr

“Nope. We’re still getting a divorce.” I said calmly, my heart as still as water. “Neil already told Russel that we’re splitting, and about Bonnie too”

Stella’s smile froze on her face Wait, what?”

Even with her vast experience in the game of love, she was thrown off by the back–and–forth between Neil and me.

Neil suddenly changed his tune and helped his wife out. And as his wife, I felt quilty for misunderstanding my husband. Wasn’t this a sign of getting back together? But Stella was just Stella. After a moment of shock, she seemed even more excited, ‘Right! If you guys need a divorce, then get a divorce! We women can’t be upset by some unkindness! He’s been tormenting you for ten years You can’t just forgive him because he’s being nice for once Make him regret it after you guys split!

I just chuckled Stella sure had some interesting ideas. In reality, the moment Neil and I divorce, he wouldn’t regret anything. Instead, he would be one step closer to marrying Bonnie.

Bonnie’s existence was still a significant reason for Neil’s agreement to the divorce.

“Your imagination is something else. Go get me some food, will you? I want some spaghetti Bolognese from the hospital cafeteria.” I urged Stella, laughing

but

smile gradually disappeared from my face, replaced by a sense of melancholy

looking at the snow–covered ground below. Hospital staff were setting up holiday decorations.

celebrate the holiday alone in the hospital. It was

was daydreaming, I heard footsteps behind me. Thinking Stella was back, I asked,

was no response. I turned around puzzled

up, looking delicate. Her beautiful face had a hint of guilt. She was wearing a black polka dot down jacket, cinched at the waist, with a sweet bow at the collar, and a pair of white mid–calf boots on her legs. At first glance, I

and steady than

better now?” Bonnie

her had

and started messing with it, not

me in the eye, but she kept stealing glances at me. I frowned and put

Bonnie bit

about me?” I asked sarcastically pretending to be shocked.

her head, “No, Irene, I didn’t want you to die!”

I was calling for help at the warehouse, even telling Neil I wasn’t there? Neil could hear

of person…. you should know me better, right? I just

hard of hearing?!” I felt like she was insulting my intelligence. “Bonnie, why have you become like this? Neil must have told you that nigh; that he and I were getting a divorce.

“Irene, I’m sorry, I think I’ve lost control lately… I… I think I’ve fallen in love with Mr. Whitmore!”