Chapter 725 Let's Get a Divorce
There was no emotion in Finnegan's face. Ignoring Celia, he turned to Warmie. "Warmie, go play in your room for a bit. I'll be there soon."
"Okay, Dad." Warmie dashed off to the room.
Once Warmie was out of sight, Celia pressed on. "Finnegan, did you hear me? Ophelia's cheating on you. I saw it myself."
"Mom, you must be mistaken. Ophelia would never betray me," Finnegan said calmly. "If there's nothing else, you should go home. Ophelia will be back soon."
"I'm not mistaken," Celia snapped. "Finnegan, stop being so stubborn. Ophelia isn't the same. I even asked the housekeeper. You two are barely speaking. You never used to fight. I think you've spoiled her."
Celia couldn't stand betrayal. She'd divorced Jude in a rage when she thought he was cheating.
Finnegan had been on edge lately. Hearing Celia's constant accusations about Ophelia, he looked pained. "Mom, do you want my family to fall apart?"
He looked so sad, his voice reflecting deep sorrow, his eyes bloodshot and his gaze distant.
Seeing him like this, Celia felt a pang of guilt. "Finnegan."
Her voice choked up; she felt heartbroken for him.
Finnegan gave a bitter smile. "As long as she's okay, that's all that matters. Compared to losing Ophelia, this is nothing."
Celia was stunned. "Finnegan, how can you think like that?"
She knew he loved Ophelia deeply, but this was too much.
This was being cuckolded; what man could tolerate that?
Finnegan fell silent again. Celia advised, "Finnegan, you can't tolerate this. Ophelia betrayed you first. Even the best couples don't always grow old together. You need to cut your losses."
Finnegan lit a cigarette and smoked silently. Just as Celia was about to say something, she noticed the roots of his hair turning white again, and her heart ached.
The black hair dye had faded, revealing the white hair again.
Celia swallowed her words, sighed, her eyes averting. "How did it come to this? What's wrong with you that Ophelia would hurt you like this?"
She wanted them to divorce; only then would the hurt stop.
Celia stayed until evening but didn't see Ophelia return. Finnegan asked her to go back to the old mansion, and she finally left.
He was worried Celia would go find Ophelia and cause trouble.
Shortly after Celia left, Ophelia came back, carrying bags and wearing a different outfit.
Finnegan sat on the living room sofa, smoking continuously. The ashtray was full of cigarette butts.
As Ophelia stepped through the door, Finnegan called out, "Ophelia."
She paused, smelling the strong scent of smoke, but didn't speak to him.
Just as she was about to go upstairs, Finnegan's voice grew firmer. "Ophelia."
This time, she responded, "What is it?"
Finnegan, holding a cigarette between his fingers, gazed deeply at her. "Tone it down a bit. This is getting out of hand."
Ophelia feigned ignorance. "What are you talking about?"
Looking at her, Finnegan felt a mix of familiarity and strangeness. The familiar face and feeling, but her eyes were too cold.
"What do you really want?" Finnegan stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and walked over to her. "Give me a reason. You know what I'm talking about, Ophelia. We promised each other we wouldn't lie and would be honest."
Ophelia knew the time was almost ripe to take the next step in her plan.
She had pushed the boundaries, testing Finnegan's limits, and he still tolerated it. Even she hadn't expected that.
But things had come to this point, so she mustered the courage to say, "Finnegan, I don't love you anymore. Let's get a divorce!"
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