Divorce That Scumbag And Take The Lead

"Ms. Eulalia Clearwater, where’s your family? You came alone?”Eulalia Clearwater was baffled. She was just picking up some medical reports. Why would she need an entourage?And speaking of family… did she even have one?Her mom died giving birth to her, her dad saw her as a cash cow, and her brother blamed her for their mom’s death and couldn’t stand her. As for her lover… she practically fight tooth and nail for him. She almost forgot what the word “family” meant until the doc brought it up.Eulalia snapped out of her daze and shook her head. “Just me, myself, and I.”The doctor’s brows furrowed. He adjusted his glasses, let out a heavy sigh, and handed her a stack of lab reports with a look of pity and resignation."Ms. Clearwater, I’ve got bad news. You’ve got stomach cancer, and it’s pretty far along.”He seemed to feel sorry for her, a young woman dealt such a rotten hand. He was extra gentle, like he was walking on eggshells.Eulalia felt like the wind was knocked out of her. S

Eulalia was dragging her feet as she made her way back. What should have been a ten-minute walk stretched into twenty. The villa was as cold as a morgue; the heating was off and the vast rooms were freezing.She kicked off her heels and stumbled into the bathroom like she was drunk. She turned on the hot water in the bathtub and filled it halfway. One moment she was holding on, and the next she collapsed into the tub like a ragdoll. The hot water spread around her silent, motionless body. Her long, red dress spread out in the water, looking like a pool of blood, making her face as pale as sheet.She closed her eyes and let her face sink into the water. The water covered her head, muffling all her senses. The brief suffocation numbed her heart. Suddenly, she couldn’t hold back and gasped, hot water rushing into her mouth, and a wave of nausea hit her like a freight train.Eulalia’s eyes, bloodshot, emerged from the water. She was sprawled over the edge of the tub, her body limp. Her st

“Investment project?” Eulalia’s eyebrows knitted together. She thought, if her dad, Sawyer Clearwater, really had a knack for business, grandpa wouldn’t have handed the Clearwater Corporation over to her.“Just wire me the money, I need it ASAP,” he said.Eulalia retorted, “I can give you the money, but you gotta send me the deets on this investment project first.”Sawyerwas fuming. What kind of dad gets bossed around by his daughter? He cussed her out over the phone, calling her a waste of space and saying she should’ve never been born. After a few harsh words, he played the victim card.Eulalia was used to his hot-and-cold routine. She coolly replied, “Got anything else to say? I’m swamped. If not, I’m hanging up.”“Wait, wait! I’ll show you!” Sawyer hurriedly stopped her, afraid she might change her mind and his golden goose would fly away.After hanging up, Eulalia sat by her computer. Soon enough, she received the documents from Sawyer. She forwarded them to her assistant and ask

Eulalia had seen Percival pissed before, but he always seemed so cold and aloof, even when he was mad. But today, he was like a raging inferno, something she never even imagined.What set him off like this? Was it because of the divorce? Or did he think she was hiding someone, cheating just like him?Percival didn’t answer. He slumped on the couch, shooting her a sideways glance. His red eyes made him look somewhat pitiful, like a rabbit.“Why bring up divorce all of a sudden?”Given his tone, anyone would think she was the one cheating and being abusive.Eulalia almost burst into laughter. She sat up, clutching her neck, “Weren’t you dying to divorce me, Percival? To be with Evadne without sneaking around? I’m giving you what you want, and you look like I just kicked your puppy.”“I asked why YOU want a divorce!” Percival raised his voice.“What else? I’m sick of this marriage, I don’t like you anymore, and I don’t want to be Evadne’s blood bank. Is that enough?” Her eyes were bloods

The room, as big as a barn, suddenly went dead silent. So silent that Evadne could hear Percival flicking the ash off his cigarette, the tiny embers falling from his fingertips like shooting stars.Evadne hardly ever saw Percival smoke. Or, to be more precise, he hardly ever smoked in front of her, probably because he knew she was a bit of a delicate flower.A wave of unease washed over Evadne. She was on cloud nine today, all because she had stumbled upon a text message on Percival’s phone last night.Eulalia wanted a divorce from Percival.She knew Percival had gone to see Eulalia this morning. Evadne thought he couldn’t wait to get the divorce, but his gloomy face now suggested things didn’t go as she had imagined."Percy, grub’s up,” Evadne tried to pep herself up, telling herself not to chicken out. After all, she was the one Percival had loved for years, not that bossy Eulalia.Percival snapped out of his daze, stubbed out his cigarette, and sauntered over to the dining table, e