Chapter 578 Midlife Crisis
Eleanor mentioned the deceased Kimberly, and Joseph couldn't control himself. He hit the brakes and pulled the car over to the side of the road.
"Eleanor, my mom has been gone for so long. Can't you forgive her? Holding onto a dead person's mistakes, what's the point? You're full of resentment, and you find fault with everything I do. No matter what I do, it's always wrong."
"What have you done that's worth praising? Look at the things you've done recently. Which one has made anyone happy?" Eleanor said with a stern face. "You didn't get my permission when you acknowledged Gregory, and you adopted that child. Joseph, I'm still your legal wife. You don't need to consult me on anything anymore?"
"Fiorello didn't say anything."
"Don't use Fiorello as an excuse. Just because he didn't say anything doesn't mean he agrees. You have an illegitimate child outside, and you should be able to explain, not use Fiorello as a shield. Joseph, you really have some nerve. If you like making decisions so much, why don't you get a divorce?"
They had never mentioned divorce, even during their coldest fights, so Eleanor's mention of it shocked Joseph.
There were basic principles for a married couple: don't say hurtful things and don't do hateful things.
Once certain words are spoken, they can't be taken back and can be very damaging to the relationship.
Joseph looked at Eleanor in disbelief, his lips trembling, too angry to speak.
Divorce was like an ice pick, chiseling a crack in the ice wall between them.
After saying it, Eleanor's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a twinge of regret.
She had said it out of anger.
No matter their age, women care about saving face, especially at critical moments like this. Eleanor didn't apologize, thinking Joseph would come to console her. Women often bluff during arguments, wanting the man to back down.
This time, Eleanor underestimated Joseph.
After his initial shock, Joseph said, "If you really want a divorce, I'll grant you that."
This was like adding fuel to the fire.
"Fine, let's get divorced."
Eleanor got out of the car, not wanting to stay in Joseph's car any longer. She said angrily, "After our son's wedding, we'll go get the divorce papers."
After saying this, Eleanor slammed the car door and walked away in a huff.
Joseph opened his mouth but ultimately just sighed.
Men and women are inherently different creatures.
Women like to bring up past events, while men have their pride. You can criticize them all you want, but not their mothers.
Joseph watched Eleanor leave in anger, feeling very regretful, and called Fiorello for help.
Fiorello, knowing his parents were talking about divorce, felt helpless.
Worried that something might happen because of Eleanor's bad mood, Fiorello called Maggie, asking her to talk to Eleanor. Women can communicate better with each other.
After receiving the call, Maggie grabbed her car keys and went to find Eleanor.
Eleanor was at a beauty salon, feeling very upset. When Maggie found her, Eleanor was lying down with a face mask on, complaining to the beauty consultant.
Eleanor had brought Maggie here a few times before, so the beauty consultant recognized Maggie. Seeing her arrive, the consultant respectfully stood up, "Maggie."
Maggie and Fiorello's wedding was well-known, and those working at this high-end beauty salon certainly had an impeccable sense of timing.
Hearing that Maggie had arrived, Eleanor opened her eyes, "Maggie, what brings you here?"
"I was out looking for inspiration and knew you were here, so I came to invite you to dinner," Maggie said, sitting down beside her with a smile. "Mom, your skin looks better and better, so fair and rosy. Anyone who didn't know would think you're only in your thirties."
"Stop it. You're just flattering me," Eleanor said, but her heart felt sweet.
After applying the face mask, the beauty consultant tactfully left to give them space to talk.
Eleanor, lying down, asked, "Go ahead, who sent you? Was it Fiorello?"
"Mom, nothing gets past you," Maggie laughed. "Fiorello is worried about you."
"I'm already old. What could I possibly be upset about?" Eleanor sighed. "Next month is your and Fiorello's wedding. I'll be fine, don't worry."
"Mom," Maggie said, gently holding Eleanor's hand, "Is there really no way to repair your relationship?"
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