Chapter 34 He Doesn't Want a Divorce
It was a big day—Michael’s finally back from his business trip.
Margaret got to the airport super early to pick him up.
Elizabeth got a call from Susan, giving her the heads-up that Michael would be back at the Sunset Heights tonight. "Mrs. Thomas, Mr. Thomas is coming back tonight. You should come over for dinner too."
Elizabeth packed her stuff and grabbed a cab to the Thomas Family Villa.
At the airport, Margaret was buzzing with excitement, waiting for Michael.
After hearing from Elizabeth, she hit up a hairstylist for a cute new 'do and snagged a gorgeous pink dress at the mall.
She couldn’t wait to see Michael’s reaction to her makeover.
Michael finally showed up at the exit.
Bodyguards were all around him, escorting him to the car.
Margaret called out to him, all excited.
"Michael, check me out." She struck a flirty pose and flashed him a smile.
Michael froze.
When he snapped out of it, he slapped Margaret across the face.
His anger was written all over his face.
Margaret clutched her cheek, staring at him in fear and confusion, "Michael, what’s wrong? Don’t you like my outfit?"
Michael snarled, "Get lost!"
He turned and got into the car.
Margaret was left standing there, stunned. She had no clue what went wrong.
She’d known Michael for years and knew he had a bit of a temper.
But he’d never been this mad at her.
Margaret clung to the car door, "Michael, listen to me. This was all Elizabeth’s idea. She told me to dress like this. She said you liked this type. Michael, I did this to make you happy, not to piss you off. The one who wanted to make you angry is Elizabeth. Michael, you can’t let her get away with this! You have to punish her!"
Michael coldly ordered the driver, "Back to the Sunset Heights."
The car took off.
Margaret stood there on the roadside at the airport, watching the car drive away, feeling totally crushed.
At Michael’s mansion, Elizabeth had already had dinner and was chilling on the couch in the living room.
Her bags were packed and sitting in the hallway.
She was just waiting for Michael to draft the divorce papers, sign them, and then she’d be out of there.
She was ready for the worst.
Having thoroughly pissed off Michael, Elizabeth had nothing left to lose.
The living room door opened, letting in a blast of cold air from outside.
The bodyguards wheeled Michael to the doorway.
Elizabeth looked over at the door.
Michael still had that cold, indifferent look in his eyes.
Elizabeth stood up, walked over to him, and tried to act fearless as she said, "Michael, I want a divorce."
In reality, her palms were sweating like crazy.
Michael looked at her coldly, "Divorce?"
He gestured for the bodyguards to leave.
The bodyguards exited and closed the living room door.
Michael wheeled himself to the table.
Seeing his indifferent attitude, Elizabeth anxiously shouted, "Didn’t you say you wanted a divorce a long time ago? Next Monday at 9 AM. We’ll go to the city hall and get the divorce papers."
Michael glanced at her impatient look but said nothing.
Elizabeth suddenly felt uneasy.
What did he mean by this? Was he not planning to divorce her anymore?
Elizabeth decided to go all out.
She said, "Michael, you saw Margaret on your way back, right? You must see how she was dressed. I told her to do that. I wanted to make you angry."
Michael picked up the glass of water on the table and took a slow, casual sip.
Then, he looked at Elizabeth with a calm, almost bored expression.
Elizabeth got even more pissed seeing Michael's chill attitude. "Michael, I was pregnant with another man's kid. I married you but slept with someone else. Can you handle that? Aren't you gonna divorce me? You wanna keep playing dad to another man's kid?"
Michael just kept staring at her, not saying a word.
Watching Elizabeth lose it, Susan couldn't stay quiet any longer. "Mr. Thomas, Mrs. Thomas isn't like that. Since marrying you, she hasn't gone anywhere. Don't listen to her nonsense. She's on the spur of the moment." With that, Susan grabbed Elizabeth's arm and tried to drag her towards the room. "Mrs. Thomas, you should go rest in the room."
"I don't want to rest. I want a divorce!" Elizabeth shouted.
Michael finally spoke, "Elizabeth, do you want a divorce because you have an agreement with Anthony?"
"What?" Elizabeth was momentarily thrown off. What did this have to do with Anthony?
"Elizabeth, is it painful to stay by my side?" he asked.
Elizabeth looked at him, totally confused.
He continued, "You're in pain, right? This's your punishment for betraying me. I won't divorce you. Instead, I'll make you stay by my side for a lifetime. Forget about divorce. I'll watch you suffer forever."
Elizabeth stared at him in disbelief. "But don't you hate me? Didn't you want to divorce me? If we don't divorce, how will you marry the woman you love?"
"That's none of your concern." Michael left those words hanging and wheeled himself back to his room.
Elizabeth was left standing there, puzzled.
What was Michael thinking?
Michael returned to his room, closed the door, and lit a cigarette.
In the swirling smoke, he squinted his eyes and quietly thought.
Elizabeth had cheated on him, which truly pissed him off.
But he remembered that night at the Elysium Club when he entered Elizabeth's body and felt a resistance.
He had been drunk and impulsive at the time and didn't think much of it.
Later, when he calmed down and thought about it, he realized Anthony might not have lied to him.
Elizabeth really hadn't slept with anyone else.
So how did she get pregnant?
He remembered the look of intense hatred in her eyes when the bodyguards forced her to have an abortion at the hospital.
It was like a fire that wanted to burn him to ashes.
Michael looked up.
Why did he want to keep her by his side?
Was it really to make her suffer?
The thought of her being in another man's arms made Michael uncontrollably angry.
The Jones Group, President's Office.
Charles was stumped in front of the safe Robert had left behind.
He didn't know the password.
He had asked Elizabeth.
Elizabeth told him she didn't know the password, either.
How could that be?
Robert had left all his assets, including the company, to Elizabeth.
How could he not have told her the password?
Even if he hadn't explicitly told her, Robert must have left her a clue.
Elizabeth must have been guarding against him.
Thinking of this, Charles lost the gentle demeanor he usually had.
He called Jennifer.
When the call connected, Jennifer's impatient voice came through, "Mr. Wilson, what do you want now?"
"Do you know the password to the safe Robert left behind?" he asked.
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