Chapter 911 What Will Be, Will Be
It was him, the person that she loved.
However, it was pointless to say that right now. It would be nothing but a burden and extra pressure to him.
"I don't want to say it right now. Maybe you'll know in the near future. Or maybe you'll never know, and you don't have to," Waverly choked out.
"For him, you're willing to sacrifice your reputation and fall from grace?" Bellamy was furious.
"Yes, so you don't have to worry about me anymore. I want to go back. I must." Waverly's eyes were bloodshot and she didn't want to speak anymore. She was about to have a mental breakdown. She walked out of the broadcast room and went back to hers, closing the door.
Bellamy furrowed his eyebrows, bespeaking unmitigated annoyance.
"Mr. President, what should we do now?" Bellamy's subordinate, Quill, asked.
Bellamy stared at the computer. Waverly had publicly stated her intention to divorce during the live broadcast. Whatever he did wouldn't have any power to change the outcome. Moreover, she still intended to leave...
He bit the bitter pill, sighed, and said, "Call the lawyer."
"Got it," Quill said, heading out to execute the order.
His heart was conflicted, his mind foggy. As he opened the window, a cold gust of air spilled into the room.
The two dogs were chasing and playing with each other outside. The snowman that he had built with Waverly during the New Year was melting. Just like their marriage, it couldn't keep itself together anymore.
His phone rang. He saw that it was Sean calling.
"Your wife was a little impulsive," Sean said.
"She's still young. It's already not easy for her to maintain this level of rationality. She just doesn't deign to explain herself," Bellamy said calmly.
"What are you going to do now? Divorce?" Sean probed.
Bellamy let the question hang.
Sean was also patiently waiting for him.
"Perhaps. I guess what comes around, goes around because I separated you and Eli. What's your plan?" Bellamy asked.
"I have a hunch that now is not the end, but instead, the beginning. Your wife's character is quite interesting. She looks soft and weak, but she was particularly fierce and strong-willed. She reminds me of Stella as their personalities are somewhat similar," Sean said thoughtfully.
"She's still young, though," Bellamy pointed out. "Stella hadn't met Jasper when she was Waverly's age."
"So, you are taken with her because of her similarities to Stella? They say that twins will often fall in love with the same kind of people. It's called telepathy," Sean said.
"I won't deny that I like Stella. In the past, I used to frequently dream of her. Her smile, her tears, her injuries, and her struggles. All of these actually appeared in my memories," Bellamy said.
Waverly was standing at the door. She felt her heart was stung by something, making it a bit difficult for her to breathe.
She had always suspected that Bellamy liked Stella. She often mentioned Stella in front of him on purpose, but he wouldn't admit nor deny it.
This was the first time that she had heard Bellamy speak about it so clearly. Her heart hurt so much, it felt as if the world was crashing towards her, drowning her, completely sapping the life out of her.
Pressing her hand to her heart, she turned around, mind still muddled.
She needed some space and time to adjust herself.
"Later, I learned that these were all Jasper's memories. I know of them because of twin telepathy. I thought I was in love but in fact, I wasn't. I just couldn't distinguish between Jasper and my feelings for a while. Therefore, my love for Stella came from being a part of my family and appreciating her. There were no romantic feelings at all, so how could I fall in love with Waverly because I was drawn to Stella's character?" Bellamy mused.
"Why are you telling me this? Are you trying to say that you like Waverly, or that you don't like her at all?" Sean asked.
Bellamy breathed a faint laugh. "I'm more interested in your purpose of calling me. Is it to watch a good show, to gloat over my misfortune, or have you hatched another plan while we're speaking on the phone?"
"If I told you that I only wanted to express my concerns and regrets, would you believe me?" Sean asked back.
"Whether I believe it or not is of no significance," Bellamy said. "As for me, it depends on the outcome."
"It's not the end yet. Well, I'm just here to remind you to not be too glass-half-empty. This is just the beginning. You must be very busy today. I won't keep you any longer. Bye," Sean said before hanging up the phone.
Bellamy smashed his phone on the ground in a fit of rage.
It had been a long time since he lost control of his temper. He had mastered anger management very well. However, at the moment, he felt particularly irritated. He wanted to find an outlet to take out every last bit of the pent-up frustration from his heart.
He took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool and regain control.
His phone rang.
He looked at the ground. It was Jasper calling this time.
His eyes were as dark as the night sky, concealing a maelstrom of emotions. He picked up the phone on the ground and took the call.
"How are the preparations?" Jasper asked in a low voice.
"What else could I do?" Bellamy spoke up. There wasn't even the slightest hint of pleasure on his face. Instead, he was all about a devil-may-care attitude. He kicked his chair away and sat down on it. "Divorce is what I expected to begin with."
"Stella said to give Waverly as much alimony as possible. She has made a lot of sacrifices. She did this in order to protect you from being implicated," Jasper went on.
"I know. Let's leave it like this. I'll check on Waverly." Bellamy's expression became sour. He hung up the phone and went out.
Waverly wasn't in the room, though she had left her handbag in it.
"Waverly," Bellamy shouted.
No one answered him.
"Waverly." Bellamy pushed open the door to her bathroom, but there was still no response.
He put on a coat and went outside. When he saw Waverly squatting by the lake, he strode over to her.
She was digging out all of the hyacinths. She could very well empathize with the hyacinths, for they were just like her. The language of the hyacinths resembled her current situation. It meant waiting for the appreciation of one's lover, only to be jealous of the love he had for others. It was a harrowing tale to tell.
She was very flustered and equally disgusted at her present self.
"Why don't you wear more clothes when you come out? You'll catch a cold dressed like this," Bellamy scolded, a frown on his face. He took off his coat and covered Waverly with it.
Waverly took Bellamy's coat off and thrusted it back to him. "Keep it on. I don't feel cold."
Bellamy glanced at the hyacinth bulbs on the ground. "They were planted so well. Why did you dig them out?"
"I don't think that they'll blossom anymore," Waverly said. "Maybe they're already dead."
"Even if they're dead, they should be left in the ground," Bellamy said tenderly.
Waverly stopped and sighed. "You're right. It seems like this is unnecessary."
Pity in his eyes, Bellamy looked at Waverly and crouched down in front of her.
Waverly deliberately avoided Bellamy's gaze and stood up. "I'm a little hungry. Bell, could we eat now?"
Bellamy looked up at her and slowly rose. "I'll ask Marie to fix us something. We'll get to eat in a while."
"Alright," Waverly said, walking towards the villa.
Bellamy called a lawyer to come over after their dinner. Waverly's body went rigid, her mind empty.
What will be, will be...
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