Chapter 45 Elizabeth, How Cruel You Are!
Matthew leaned back and said, "Margaret's a top-notch woman, been sticking with Michael for ages. But man, love ain't about time. He's just not into her. Samuel, you gotta talk some sense into her, tell her to move on from Michael."
Samuel sighed, "I'll give it a shot."
Michael just kept downing drinks, not saying a word.
Seeing this, Matthew snatched the bottle away.
Matthew plopped down next to Michael and said, "Bro, enough with the booze. It's gonna mess you up. How about some juice instead?"
Michael slumped back on the couch, head tilted, rubbing his temples.
Already pretty wasted, he mumbled, "Matthew, I'm such a screw-up. I told her I liked her, so why does she still wanna divorce me?"
The room went dead silent after Michael's words.
What was Elizabeth thinking?
In Aurora Bay, every girl would kill to marry Michael.
Even Margaret had been chasing him for over a decade and still hadn't nailed it.
Elizabeth didn't give a damn about Michael.
Someone piped up, "Matthew, what's the deal with this Elizabeth? Why's she giving Michael such a hard time? Is she playing hard to get or is she drop-dead gorgeous?"
Matthew shrugged, "She's pretty, but not like, mind-blowing. She's young, still in college."
Michael was already out cold on the couch.
The folks in the room got gutsier, someone suggested, "Matthew, Michael's out. Why don't we call Elizabeth to come get him? We're all dying to see the girl who's got Michael so hooked."
Matthew nudged Michael's shoulder, "Hey man, we're calling Elizabeth to come get you, cool?"
Michael didn't respond, just heavily breathing.
Matthew grabbed Michael's phone and found Elizabeth's number.
He asked, "Mrs. Jones, you free right now?"
Elizabeth was dead asleep. When she heard the phone, she saw it was Michael's number and snapped awake.
But the voice on the other end wasn't Michael's.
She quickly checked the screen; it was Michael's number.
Feeling uneasy, she put the phone back to her ear, "Yeah, I'm free. What's up?"
The voice said, "We're at The Last Drop downtown. Michael's hammered. Can you come get him?"
Elizabeth glanced at the clock; it was already 10:30 PM. She hesitated, "Are you sure you want me to pick him up? Where's his bodyguard? Bet he hasn't been drinking."
Matthew had the speaker on, so everyone heard Elizabeth. Their looks said it all, Elizabeth really didn't care about Michael.
Matthew sighed, "Michael came solo tonight. No bodyguard. You coming or not? If not, we'll just leave him here at The Last Drop."
Elizabeth sighed, "Alright, send me the address. I'll grab a cab."
Matthew hung up and sent her the address.
Elizabeth rolled out of bed, still kinda dazed. She sat at her desk, her laptop glowing, thinking about her three-month divorce plan with Michael. How did she end up crashing on the bed?
Her pregnancy symptoms were definitely getting worse.
She ran a hand through her hair, checked the time, and saw it was almost 11 PM.
Elizabeth quickly got up, slipped on her shoes, grabbed a coat, and headed out.
Susan heard the scutter and came out of her room, "Mrs. Thomas, you heading out?"
Elizabeth replied, "Yeah. Michael's plastered at The Last Drop. I gotta go pick him up."
Susan said, "Let Joshua drive you. It's not safe to go out alone this late."
Elizabeth thought for a moment and agreed, "Alright, have Joshua come over."
Joshua drove Elizabeth to The Last Drop.
Elizabeth found their private room and pushed the door open.
Everyone in the room stared at her with great interest.
Elizabeth felt a bit intimidated by all the eyes on her.
Matthew stood up and walked over, saying, "Mrs. Jones, as you can see, Michael's totally out of it. No one can wake him up. Can you take him home?"
Elizabeth reluctantly walked over and patted Michael's shoulder, "Michael, wake up. Time to go home."
Everyone in the room was shocked to see her patting Michael's shoulder so casually.
Seeing that Michael fast asleep, Elizabeth said to Matthew, "Can you give me a hand?"
Together, she and Matthew helped Michael up.
Elizabeth draped Michael's arm over her shoulder, letting him lean on her as they stumbled out of the room.
Michael was almost entirely draped over Elizabeth's petite frame, and she struggled to support him, wobbling as they walked.
She held onto Michael's waist.
Michael's head rested entirely on Elizabeth's shoulder.
The two of them staggered out of the bar.
Joshua, waiting outside, quickly came over to take Michael from her, "Mrs. Thomas, let me handle it."
Elizabeth finally got a break.
She sat in the back seat of the car and gently pushed the still-sleeping Michael beside her, "Michael, you're so heavy. You almost crushed me."
Michael slept fitfully, his head leaning back onto Elizabeth's shoulder.
Afraid he might lie down and throw up in the back seat, Elizabeth quickly used her shoulder to support his head.
It was unclear whether Michael was truly drunk or just pretending.
He slid from Elizabeth's shoulder onto her lap and said in a muffled voice, "Elizabeth, you're so heartless. Just 'cause I wanted you to have an abortion, you wanna divorce me?"
Elizabeth didn't know if he was sober, but she answered, "Michael, you hate kids. I have to divorce you because you won't let me keep the babies in my womb. I want my own kids."
Michael mumbled, "Why do you have to have kids? Is it that important to you?"
Elizabeth, angry, said, "You can refuse having kids and it has nothing to do with me. I'm willing to go through all the trouble to give birth to my kids. However, you have to make me have an abortion. You're the truly heartless here."
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