Divorced But Never Letting Go Chapter 105

RENE.

 Olivia had no idea what she did. She made me the happiest woman on Earth after filing for a divorce.

 I waited so long for this day to come, and it finally did at the moment I least expected.

 After the fight that ensued between Cyril and his lawyer, I was scared that I had lost all hope.

 Now, I don't have any reason to think that the divorce procedures might take too long for Cyril to get it done.

 The only person proving to be a stumbling block is Cyril's grandmother.

 Adding five years to a marriage that was on the verge of crashing was something I couldn't fathom.

 It all depends on Cyril to make the final decision. His verdict on the issue will prove whether he ever loved me or was just using me for his selfish gain.

 "Yes, five years. Exactly what I said, Rene. I can't understand why my grandma is prying into my affairs. Why can't she just let me be? Shouldn't I be old enough to decide what's best for me?" Cyril lamented.

 I loved the seriousness displayed by Cyril. It was precisely what I expected.

 He was already showing a sign that he was willing to fight for our love.

 "So what have you decided? Are you going to grant Olivia's request, or will you accept your grandma's decision?" I asked Cyril.

 His response would determine where I stood in his life.

 "Can we not talk about this, please? I've had a lot for the day. Trust me, you don't want to find out what my decision is," Cyril stylishly avoided my question just as I had expected.

 "I knew it! I knew you never loved me. Gosh! How did I end up being used by you? What the heck was I thinking?" I flared up immediately.

 I didn't hesitate to play the victim card just to make Cyril feel guilty.

 I turned my back against the wall to make it quite convincing that I was mad at him.

 While I tucked my arms, I hoped that Cyril would come begging for my forgiveness.

 It didn't take too long for my wish to be granted the moment I felt a soft touch on my shoulder.

 A voice accompanied the touch. "I am sorry for making you feel bad. You won't understand."

 "Understand what?" I turned towards his direction. I didn't even wait for him to finish talking.

 "What is it I don't understand? That I was the rebound chick? That I never mattered to you, or what? Make this make sense to me, Cyril!" I yelled at him, forcing a tear to complete my comeback.

 "Olivia is the brain behind Penhurst. I didn't marry her because I loved her. I did it because I wanted her intelligence. I wanted growth for Penhurst Company," Cyril explained.

 Despite all his effort to make me understand, I was still lost in deep thought.

 "Let me get this straight. You're scared that if she leaves, the company might suffer a significant setback?" I asked for clarification.

 My head was about to explode. I took my time to ask, hoping to save myself from going insane.

 Cyril didn't say a word. He moved closer and held me to his chest.

 He styled my auburn hair and kissed my forehead. "You know I love you, right?"

 I pulled myself away from him. "That's not the point, Cyril. Just answer the damn question. You're scared about the future of your company, aren't you?"

 "Yes, Rene. I am sorry you had to be caught in the middle," he apologized.

 He wasn't fluent enough, nor was he able to look me in the eye as he spoke.

 I grabbed my bag, looked at him, and shook my head. "It was fun while it lasted."

 I was about to leave when he pulled me back. "And where do you think you're heading to? I thought we came here together?"

 "I thought we did. It's now clear to me that you never liked me. Five freaking years. Do I look like a joke to you? Do you think I'll be ready to wait that long? I don't enjoy being your mistress. I wanna freaking get married to you!" I cried my heart out in a way I had never done before.

 I fell onto the bed as my bag dropped to the ground. I was so weak.

 I lost the strength to leave. All I felt inside was emptiness. I was slowly becoming a shadow of myself.

 "How about we get married, and you take over the company from Olivia?" I heard Cyril speak, but I refused to respond. I didn't think he was serious.

 "What did you just say?" I pretended not to hear him the first time.

 "You heard me right. You deserve better. It's you I love. You're the only one I want to spend the rest of my life with," Cyril repeated his words. My ears weren't deceiving me as I had thought.

 I maintained my sad face and concealed my hidden happiness. I didn't want Cyril to have the slightest idea that I was up to mischief.

 "What about your grandma? Do you think she's going to accept me? Remember what she said about you being married for another five years? I don't want to come between you and your family," I raised the concern.

 I needed the assurance before getting my hopes too high.

 "Forget about what my grandma said. I'm an adult, and I'm old enough to decide what's best for me. It's my life we're talking about here, not hers," Cyril assured me. He spoke like someone with genuine intent.

 "And the company? How are you going to run its affairs smoothly without Olivia's help?" Another valid question escaped my lips.

 I didn't let my excitement stop me from asking the most important question to avoid disappointment in the future.

 "Immediately after our wedding, you will replace Olivia and become the CEO of Penhurst Company. I will speak to my grandma about it. I'm sure she will listen to me," Cyril disclosed.

 Just to be certain, I made him swear to it, and he did. He said so many things that convinced me he was telling the truth.

 My dream was finally becoming a reality. I couldn't wait to tell my mother the good news.

 It would surely thrill her. It's what we both have been yearning for all our lives.