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!

further. He felt an unshakable irritability clawing

Carlisle stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the

moments later, the sound of a car starting echoed outside,

on the edge of the bed, exhaustion etched on her face as her eyes fell on the shredded divorce papers in the trash. Frustration churned in

decided to end this marriage,

him, so why wouldn’t be just let her

wouldn’t agree now, she would wait. Eventually, he would tire of this

all. It was as if he had vanished from her

at school and returning home in the evenings to teach Alexander

but for once, it gave her

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

was gone no more than three or four minutes

the sound of a commotion in the

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

Who said you could

beat as she quickened her pace into the room.

back of the classroom, two boys were in the middle of a heated fight. One of them, wearing a thin, wom sweater, had his classmate by the