Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 139

A surge of inexplicable emotion welled up in Carlisle’s chest, his eyes reddening as he glared at Katrina with gritted teeth. “Divorce? Don’t think about it. I won’t agree.”

katrina hurrowed het brows in sumprise. There was a fabut, u cking suvile hugging at her lips, “Carlisle, haven’t you always wanted to marry Shirley to make up for those regrets from your youth? I’m willingly stepping aside now what’s these to disagree with?”

des this sounds? How

“I’ve already told you that there’s nothing between me and Shirley! Stop this nonsense!” he snapped, his frustration mounting. “Do you know how ridiculous will Shirley and Ivy hold their heads high if someone finds out?”

Katrina let out a cold, sardonic laugh, “Oh, now you care about appearances? Where was this concern when you were parading her around town?

“Everyone in the social circles of Phappolis knows Shirley is your mistress. What’s the point of pretending to be virtuous now? Don’t you think that’s a bit hypocritical?

Her words struck a nerve, igniting the fury simmering within Carlisle. He barked, “Enough! Can you let go of the past already? I’ve treated you more than fairly–don’t push your

Jack!”

Disappointment filled Katrina’s gaze, though she no longer held any expectations for Carlisle.

“If that’s how you teel, then sign the divorce agreement, Once it’s done, I won’t be in your way anymore!

irritability clawing at him. “I won’t sign the paper. Forget it.

more unbearable, Carlisle stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door

few moments later, the sound of a car starting echoed outside, fading into the distance.

bed, exhaustion etched on her face as her eyes fell on the shredded divorce

decided to end this marriage, but Carlisle refused to cooperate.

to offer him, so why wouldn’t be just

decision was firm. If he wouldn’t agree now, she would wait. Eventually, he would tire of this tight and relent.

seen Wen at all. It was as if he had vanished from her life, like a fleeting dream.

returning home in the evenings to teach Alexander how to cook.

was simple and uneventful, but for once, it gave her

the day, Clara finished teaching vocabulary and text lessons but felt her throst growing sore. She asked the students to read and memorize on their own while she stepped out to the office to get a glass

or four minutes when she returned to the

a

even stepped through the door, she heard a boy yelling, his voice

it back! Who said you could

skipped a beat as she quickened her pace into the room. What she saw

of a heated fight. One of them, wearing a thin, wom sweater, had his classmate by the collar, his eyes red with tears and