Chapter 122 Jessica, I Don't Want a Divorce
Jessica looked at him calmly and smiled coldly. "But Gabriel, I've made up my mind to divorce you."
"Without my consent and my signature, you can't get a divorce," Gabriel said, his eyes fixed on her.
Jessica said, "Then I'll wait until you agree."
"Jessica, I'll say it again, I won't get a divorce."
Jessica smiled. "Gabriel, don't speak in absolutes. Nothing is absolute in this world. Everything can change, including people's thoughts. When you've made up your mind, come see me. I'll be here waiting for you."
"Here?" Gabriel looked around and then realized what was going on. "You want to stay here?"
"Yes." Jessica nodded affirmatively. "From today on, I'll be staying at this hotel temporarily. Since we decided to get a divorce, it's not appropriate for us to live together anymore."
"Jessica, we aren't divorced yet, and even if we do, do you think I'd let you end up living in a hotel?"
"But I think living in a hotel is quite nice!" Saying that, she reached out and pulled back the curtains, looking at the neon lights outside. "The night view is beautiful, and if the windows are closed, the room is very quiet. Even the bed is soft, and I can get a good night's sleep."
Gabriel asked, "Can't you get all that at home?"
"Of course I can get all that at home, but..." So many words were stuck in her throat. Jessica finally just looked up at Gabriel and smiled. "But from today on, that place is no longer my home. Gabriel, from now on, we should part ways and find our own happiness."
How cruel those words were!
In the past, this had been her worst nightmare. She was terrified that he would wake up one day and ask for a divorce, terrified that they would become estranged and never cross paths again.
But people did change.
Now, the one who wanted to end everything and sever all ties was not him, but herself.
She could now say with ease what once seemed like the end of the world.
"Jessica, we are not divorced yet," Gabriel said angrily, looking at her.
Jessica retorted, "But it's almost done, isn't it?"
"No way!"
With those words, Gabriel suddenly lifted Jessica onto his shoulder.
Caught off guard, Jessica was both shocked and surprised. She slapped Gabriel's back and shouted, "Gabriel, what are you doing? Put me down."
"I’m going home," Gabriel said as he kicked open the hotel room door and carried Jessica toward the hotel entrance.
Jessica shouted, "Gabriel, let me go. I'm not going back. Let me go."
But Gabriel completely ignored Jessica's struggles and resistance.
In the end, Gabriel stuffed her into the car.
In the car, Gabriel locked all the doors and windows, leaving Jessica trapped inside with no way out.
When they arrived home, Gabriel stopped the car. Jessica seized the opportunity to try to escape, but she failed. As soon as Gabriel got out of the car, he lifted her onto his shoulder again and carried her straight into the house.
Jessica exclaimed, "Gabriel, you madman, let me go. Do you know what you're doing? This is kidnapping. I can sue you."
Gabriel remained silent, still carrying her along with large strides.
Once they reached the room, he placed Jessica directly on the big bed.
As soon as Jessica touched the bed, she immediately tried to get up, but Gabriel swiftly leaned down, grabbing both her arms and pinning her to the bed.
His hot breath, filled with anger, fell upon her. "Jessica, I won't agree to the divorce. You are my wife, and you must live in our home."
Jessica could feel his anger clearly. But why was he angry? Wasn't this the scenario he had always dreamed of?
"I already said, I want a divorce," Jessica said firmly, looking up at Gabriel once more.
Gabriel acted as if he hadn't heard her at all. He opened the closet and took out a few of his clothes, saying, "I know you don't want to see me these days. I'll sleep in the guest room. You stay here and calm down."
Jessica asked, "How long do I need to do that?"
"Until you give up the idea of divorce," he said.
Jessica sneered, uttering, "What if I don't give up this idea? Gabriel, are you going to lock me up for the rest of my life?"
Gabriel said nothing. He took his clothes and strode out of the room. His steps were hurried as he left, because he was afraid. Afraid that if he listened to one more word from her, if he looked at her one more time, he wouldn't be able to refuse her.
That night, Gabriel didn't sleep at all. He smoked one cigarette after another. Divorce, and then becoming strangers—this was the day he had once longed for.
But now that the day had come, he found that he felt no joy at all. Only sadness and sorrow. He felt as if his entire chest was filled with pain.
Every time Jessica said 'divorce', his heart tightened a little more. He had never felt this sad, not when he had broken up with Diana, not when he had sent Diana abroad.
But he thought about divorcing Jessica and becoming independent individuals and strangers with no connection. And one day, he would have to watch her fall in love again, get married, wear a wedding dress next to another man, even have children—just thinking about these things felt like something was tearing his heart apart.
She was his. Jessica was his. Jessica was Gabriel's wife. How could she ever become someone else's?
He couldn't bear it. He absolutely couldn't bear it.
The night was exceptionally quiet and bright. The moonlight was clear and bright, shining through the thin window, making the room look particularly bright and beautiful.
It was a beautiful night, but there was no joy in his heart.
When Gabriel walked into the master bedroom, Jessica was already asleep. The moonlight gently fell on her face. Her face was small; it used to be more filled out, but now it was very thin.
Although her eyes were closed, it didn't seem like she was sleeping peacefully. Her slender eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and it seemed like there were still tears on her long eyelashes.
Had she cried before falling asleep? Why had she cried? Was it because he wouldn't agree to the divorce? Did she really want the divorce that badly?
Gabriel's hand stopped on Jessica's face, gently smoothing out her furrowed brows. She might have felt the familiarity of the gentle touch, and her brows gradually relaxed. Her face became much more peaceful and serene.
His fingertips gently caressed her cheek, the movement so tender as if he were touching a rare treasure, unwilling to let go.
He muttered, "Jessica, I'm sorry. I'm a bastard. I wronged you. But you know? I don't want a divorce. Not at all."
