5

Chelsea

“Joan, stop crying.”

I finally found the courage to tell Joan everything, and she has refused to stop crying.

“You can’t die. I don’t want you to die.”

Joan cried. I smiled at her. I don’t want to die either, but I have accepted my fate. There’s nothing I can do to change it.

There’s nothing that I could have done differently to stop the cancer from developing in my brain.

It just so happened that I am very unlucky.

“Joan, crying isn’t going to change anything. You have been crying for hours. At this rate, you will get sick too, and I can’t have that.”

She sniffled.

“Why don’t you want to get treated? Why have you refused to listen to me? Three months is just too short. I can’t even be with you because of the fucking finals.”

She cried. She had wanted to return, but I told her it was okay for her to finish her studies and take her time.

She can still make it in time to see me off.

“Babe, I am okay. I promise. Plus, Matt is always with me.”

Matt has been an angel. So far, he has helped me look for a temporary apartment, and I plan to move out as soon as Nathan signs the divorce papers.

He can’t refuse to sign because in the papers I sent, I made sure it was written that I have the five billion that was stated in our marriage contract.

“Chelsea.”

I gasped when I heard my name. It wasn’t just hearing my name being called that shocked me, but the one who called my name.

“Joan, I will call you back. My soon-to-be ex-husband is home.”

I told Joan, who pouted but nodded. I ended the call and got out of my bed. I didn’t expect him to come home, and I certainly didn’t expect him to yell my name the way he just did.

Since we got married, this is the first time he has even as much as called my name out loud.

“Chelsea! I know you are home. I saw your car outside.”

I rolled my eyes and fixed my hair.

Why is he so angry?

Not like I cared.

“What do you want?”

I let out when I opened my door and saw him. He turned angry eyes at me, and I took a step back.

Whatever made him so angry had to be bad. My eyes went to his hand, and I realized why he was mad.

He got the divorce papers.

But that’s not enough reason for him to be mad. Especially since he will get enough money from it.

Not like he needed the money anyway.

In the one year and three months that we have been married, he has been promoted to the position of chief executive officer, and I heard a rumour that the current chairman will step down and he will take over.

He has so much money.

Okay, I won’t lie, more than half of the five billion I have to pay him is the allowances he has given me since we got married.

It’s not like I asked for it. I never ask for anything. He buys me luxury items and makes sure my account is always loaded.

Financially, I benefited a lot from our short marriage, and I would have gotten more if I had waited for the two years.

It’s not just that; I don’t even have the chance to wait for that. I would be long dead and buried in nine months.

“What’s the meaning of this?”

Nathan asked, waving the papers in my face.

“Don’t ruin it. You have to sign.”

I told him, and he growled in anger.

“I ask you again, what is the meaning of this, Chelsea? Didn’t I make myself clear when we got married?”

I shook my head.

“Yes, you did, and I read the contract that we signed. I take it that you haven’t read the divorce papers because if you had read them, you would have known that I agreed to fulfil the terms of the contract termination before the stipulated time. Five billion.”

I reminded him in case he had forgotten.

“I don’t want your money! In case you forgot a tiny part that says that I am the only one who can file for a divorce, I would like to remind you.”

I couldn’t believe him.

“Nathan, I have the five billion that you asked for. You have to sign the divorce papers. You have no reason not to sign!”

I tried not to get all worked up, but the way he was behaving made me fear that he might not sign the papers, which could make the whole process longer.

I was banking on his signing without any thought. If he doesn’t sign it, I will either be stuck as his wife or sue him, which would take longer.

I don’t want to do that. I want to be out of this house in the next two weeks.

“I am not going to sign the divorce papers, Chelsea. If you think you can leave when you want just because you somehow managed to get your hands on five billion, you must think again.”

No! This can’t be happening.

“No, you have to sign it! I have to divorce you soon. You need to sign.”

I couldn’t stop myself from panicking. If he doesn’t sign, it would put a stop to a lot of my plans.

I don’t want to die as Chelsea Montague. No. I want to die as myself. The real me.

“Why are you so desperate for me to sign? Perhaps you have other plans that will be ruined if you don’t sign?”

I hated his smirk so much. I hated how he had the upper hand.

“Whatever I have planned is none of your business. Just let me go! It’s not as if our marriage is real! I just want to be free from this hellhole!”

I yelled at him.

“I am not going to give you what you want, Chelsea. I am not going to let you leave me just because you found someone else.”

I blinked in shock at his words.

What? He thought I had found someone else?

Was he out of his mind? Is he trying to say that I have been having an affair?

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

I don’t even want to correct him. It’s as if he would suddenly feel sympathetic when he finds out why I really wanted the divorce.