Chapter 74 It's Good to Understand Your Place
Raymond's eyes flared up with that old hatred. "Good to see you know your place."
Margaret shot back, "You hate my guts but act like you care. Aren't you exhausted? 'Cause I sure am."
Her icy words just pissed Raymond off more. "Didn't you call me back for something?"
Margaret seemed to remember, put down her water glass, grabbed three documents from the sofa, and chucked them at Raymond's face with the same force he once used.
"Mr. Howard, take a look. If it's all good, just sign," she said.
The sharp edge of the document nicked Raymond's cheek, leaving a red mark.
Margaret saw it but acted like she didn't. She lowered her eyes, opened a drawer, and found a pen.
The documents landed by Raymond's black leather shoes. He bent down, picked them up, opened them, and laughed. "What game are you playing now? First, you date with that cop and let me ran into you at The Hughes Group building. Then you get Sarah locked up. Margaret, are you that bored?"
He added, "If so, come work at The Hughes Group. We need a janitor."
Margaret's hand froze mid-air with the pen. A janitor in her own company? How ironic!
This marriage was done. A husband who wished her dead and had a coffin ready—she was over it.
She wanted to enjoy the rest of her days.
Margaret unscrewed the pen cap, handed it to him, and smiled. "Raymond, sign it. You can be with Sarah."
Raymond didn't take it, just clenched the documents.
Seeing him not move, she continued, "Haven't you always wanted to be with Sarah? You even took wedding photos. It's not fair for me to keep you two apart. Once you sign, you can marry her when she gets out and give her a home.
"You've treated me like crap for a year to get a divorce, disappeared for another year, and when my dad had a car accident and needed money, you were MIA. I see you now. I'm done fooling myself. I'm stepping aside so you two can be together."
Margaret stared at him, her eyes tired but her tone firm. "Raymond, I don't want you anymore."
When they got married, Nancy was against it. She was just as firm then, saying she'd either never marry or only marry Raymond.
Raymond's eyes darkened as he mocked her. "You're willing to give up everything?"
Margaret said, "The divorce agreement says I don't want anything. Check it."
Margaret smiled. How ironic that her assets would end up with Raymond.
But she was dying, and money didn't matter anymore.
As long as she could get a divorce, she didn't want anything.
This marriage was suffocating, painful. She had no hope, but heartbreak and suffering.
Raymond's mouth twitched, and he sneered, "You don't want your dad's medical expenses?"
Margaret smiled lightly. "That's none of your business, Mr. Howard. Just sign."
Nancy had said Marlon would wake up in a month and was out of danger. So he wouldn't need huge medical expenses.
But to Raymond, this meant something else. His eyes filled with mockery, and he smirked, "Looks like you've made a deal with Mr. Taylor? He's willing to be with you?"
"If that's what you think, then sure." Margaret just wanted to be free and didn't realize her lack of explanation would cause Daniel so much trouble.
Raymond plopped down on the sofa next to her, opened the agreement, and started reading it seriously.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Margaret scoot away to keep some distance.
Raymond clenched the agreement in his hand.
The agreement really did say she didn't want anything.
Margaret stood up, placed the pen on the coffee table in front of him. "If there's no problem, just sign."
Raymond asked casually, not even looking at her, "Does your mom know you want a divorce?"
His tone was light, like it didn't even matter.
Margaret wasn't surprised. He never valued this marriage, or her.
Her fingers clenched. She hadn't had time to tell Nancy.
If Nancy knew, she'd definitely try to stop her, worried she couldn't make it without Raymond.
Getting divorced without telling Nancy was the only way.
Margaret pretended to be relaxed. "She knows."
Raymond asked again, "She'd let you give me up? As a divorced woman, you wouldn't fetch a high price even if you wanted to prostitute."
A husband describing his wife like that? Unbelievable.
Margaret looked up, smiling brightly, deliberately trying to disgust him. "Mr. Howard, if you want to help me, you can contact me if you have suitable channels. Maybe my price will go up, and you'll benefit. I'll definitely give you money."
Raymond sneered, "Since it's all selling, it doesn't matter who you sleep with. Why bother leaving? Isn't it troublesome?"
Raymond wasn't even mad. He put down the divorce agreement, found a pack of cigarettes, took one out, lit it, took a deep drag, and then looked up at Margaret with disdain. "Act cute with me, beg me, and maybe I'll give you a higher price than outside."
Margaret clenched her fingers tightly. A year ago, she would've argued with him over such words.
But now, they were at this point. Divorce was her goal.
Arguing would only hurt each other and make things awkward. It was useless.
How laughable. She didn't even have the energy to argue with him now. Looking at Raymond in front of her, she didn't even have the strength to fake a smile. She just felt exhausted, so tired.
Margaret changed the subject, not responding to his words. "Mr. Howard, is there a problem with the agreement?"
Raymond flicked the ash, looking at her through the swirling white smoke. "Of course, there's a problem."
Margaret yelled, her anger flaring up instantly. "I've given up everything, and you're still not satisfied?"
She forced it down, her tone softening. "What do you want? Tell me, and we'll discuss it."
Raymond's eyes became imperceptibly deep. "As long as we can get divorced, you will agree to anything?"
Margaret didn't think much and answered quickly, "Yes."
The cigarette was suddenly extinguished in the ashtray. Raymond stood up, walked to Margaret with a cold face, and lifted her chin.
She winced in pain, glaring at him. "Raymond, what are you doing?"
The Margaret who used to act cute and speak softly to him was now so fierce.
She said, "Hurry up and sign, got it?"
Her red lips, covered in lipstick, kept urging him. Raymond lowered his head and unexpectedly kissed her lips. He only wanted to make Margaret shut up right now.
The most hateful and ironic thing was that he only wanted to teach her a lesson, to humiliate her. But her lips were so soft and fragrant that he got addicted with just one kiss and wanted more.
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