All Chapters of Cannot Wait For Him Turning Back: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

“Mr. Clark, I’ll be going abroad for further studies next month. Here is my resignation letter.”Mr. Clark looked at me in surprise. “This is so sudden.”I told him the excuse I came up with. “My husband is in Austraya. I want to take our child there so we can be together.”He nodded. “That makes sense. Raising a child alone here must be hard. We all thought you were a single mother.”I smiled. I was not, but soon, I would be.As I stepped out, I ran into Matthew Grant and Quilla Xander walking toward me.Matthew was my boss and the father of my child.Seven years ago, I was his personal secretary. One chaotic night, after too much drinking, we had a child.This year marked the sixth year of our secret marriage and the sixth year he refused to let our child call him “Dad.”Matthew walked slowly, as if he were deliberately matching the pace of the woman beside him.Quilla was holding a report in one hand and clutching the hem of Matthew’s suit with the other. Their lovey-dovey

Quilla gasped in surprise and asked, “Ms. Langley, what are you doing at Mr. Grant’s house?”The moment I heard her, I pulled Tyler behind me to block her view.“I—”“They’re relatives of mine. They’re staying here for a while,” Matthew said. He cut me off before I could finish.My grip on the suitcase tightened. Even though I had heard it before, every time he said things like that, it pierced my heart.I was about to speak, but Tyler beat me to it. “Hello, Mr. Grant.”I turned to him in disbelief and only saw his teary eyes.“Mom, let’s go.”My throat closed up. I forced a faint smile and whispered, “Okay.”As we brushed past, Matthew grabbed my arm.He stared at me, stunned. “What did Tyler just call me?”I smiled as I found it ironic. “Isn’t this what you always wanted, Mr. Grant?”In the last six years of our secret marriage, he had never acknowledged that we were husband and wife, and he had never let Tyler call him “Dad.”The only difference was that before, he fo

Images of me and Tyler walking away flashed through Matthew’s mind, and his heart started racing. Maybe he should stop acting so childish. Maybe, after all these years, I had already changed. He thought of many maybes.At 6 p.m., Matthew brought Quilla to a dinner hosted by their partners. He had not seen me all day. As he held his glass, he seemed distracted. Had he gone too far this time? The question struck him out of nowhere.Matthew pressed his lips together, drained his glass, and pulled out his phone to text me. Before he could type, one of the partners came up to him. “Mr. Grant, about the proposal from last time…” Matthew froze for a moment, then forced all other thoughts aside and switched into work mode.The conversation was going smoothly until a jarring voice cut in. “Mr. Grant, this dessert is so delicious.”Quilla stood there with a chocolate cupcake in her hand. Her eyes were wide with naive delight. The partners’ faces darkened at the interrup

That night, Matthew sat on the kitchen floor until morning. It was the first time he had ever looked so defeated.In the past, no matter how late he came home, there was always a light waiting for him. There was always someone sitting on the couch, quietly waiting for him. That was all gone.The big house felt empty, and he was the only one left waiting for daylight.The next morning, Matthew did not bother to change his clothes. He went straight to the office.When he opened my office door, my desk had already been cleared. It was spotless, so clean it almost hurt to look at.On the desk lay a thin stack of papers. It sat there quietly, like a Pandora’s box waiting to be opened.His hand shook as he flipped through the document. A bold line of text jumped out. [Both parties acknowledge that due to irreconcilable differences, the marriage has broken down with no chance of reconciliation.] [After mutual agreement, both parties consent to a divorce and have signed the