As I expected, after the call, Michael looked sorry for me. “Nichole, I can’t stay with you. There’s a new project that needs my attention. Rest well and recover. I’ll come see you again tomorrow.”
Then he walked away without hesitation. Shortly after he left, a friend request popped up on my phone. It was from Olivia.
After I accepted, she sent a message and a photo. The photo of a carved rabbit-shaped apple.
[A useless woman like you only deserves what I threw away.]
I gripped my phone tightly, seeing the plate of uneven apple pieces. Then a cold laugh escaped me. So, she’d only given me her leftovers.
Ignoring Olivia’s message, I tapped lightly to open another app. There was a message from Karina.
[What’s going on? Are you okay?]
[I’ve cancelled it for you, but it’ll take seven days to finish.]
[Come to the airport. I’ll send someone to pick you up.]
After replying with a simple “Got it,” I called Mr. Orseolo from the Barkworth Law Firm.
He answered quickly. I then said, “Uncle Peter, prepare a divorce agreement and get Michael to sign it without him finding out.”
Remembering the anger in Michael’s eyes when I mentioned divorce, my heart tightened in pain.