Chapter 6
The silence was overpowering.
Not getting a divorce? That’s the biggest joke I’ve heard.
Mikayla’s emotions flared, and she shook Kenji’s arm off, advancing towards me.
“Kenji confessed to me ages ago that he’s in love with me.”
I nodded, almost amused.
“Sure, you’re not the first, and you won’t be the last.”
Huxley joined in, pointing his fork at me.
“Emmeline, we’re all educated people here; you should respect Kenji’s feelings!”
I sighed and put down my fork.
“Education never taught us to be this shameless. Respect should be for genuine human feelings, not just fleeting desires driven by hormones.”
Kenji’s face alternated between red and white, quite a spectacle.
Mikayla kept at it.
“Anyway, Kenji and I have been through everything-you go ahead with whatever you need to
do.”
Finding this rather interesting, I pulled out my wallet and took out a wad of cash.
“Oh, I wasn’t aware there was a price tag…”
I pressed the bills into her hand.
“If it’s not enough, let me know-consider it an advance…”
Mikayla exploded, throwing the money into the ocean, making quite a scene.
Kenji was fuming too, while those around us rushed to console him, conveniently ignoring that everything I said was true.
With enough evidence gathered, I saved the recording on my phone.
Huxley wasn’t finished.
“When your father was sick, it was Kenji’s family that gave you the money. And now you insult him like this-have you got no conscience?”
Huxley wasn’t wrong. When my dad fell critically ill, ICU expenses were swallowing nearly
$2,500 a day.
The imported medication wiped out my savings.
I was ready to sell my house, but Kenji intervened.
He borrowed tens of thousands from his parents for me.
I’ve always remembered that kindness, treating his parents as my own.
And all that money, I repaid during college through my editing and photography gigs.
I pulled out a bank statement showing the transfer.
“Take a good look, not a cent missed. I’ve repaid the Sullivan family, so stop using that against
me.”
With that, I tossed the therapy card for Kenji’s dad onto the table.
“You haven’t been home in ages, your dad misses you. I’ve covered three years of therapy costs; just take him once a week. It’s beneficial for his health.”
Kenji gazed at me, eyes reddened.
“Even after the divorce, visit often. His condition can turn unpredictable and dangerous.”
Mikayla was stunned as she grabbed my arm.
“You’re really divorcing?”
Of course I am.
I placed the divorce papers on the table.
“The court notice is already sent to your house. Whether you sign or not only affects the timeline of the proceedings-it doesn’t matter to me.”
Kenji suddenly broke down.
While everyone tried to comfort him, I walked away confidently, without looking back.
Kenji, we truly owe each other nothing now.
