บททั้งหมดของ My Husband Read Bedtime Stories to Our Neighbor, I Divorced Him That Night: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

I stared at Vivian. The timidity in her eyes faded, replaced by a smugness she couldn't quite hide.Adrian probably had no idea that the helpless little rabbit he'd been rescuing had very sharp teeth.I asked, "What else did he say?"Vivian pressed her lips together. "I shouldn't have said that.""Then don't." I moved to close the door.But Vivian panicked. "Serena, you and Mr. Prescott don't even seem like a married couple anymore."I stopped.She seemed to finally have her chance. "He has to watch every word around you. He's afraid you'll pick him apart, afraid you'll lecture him, afraid you'll lawyer him into a corner. But with me, he relaxes. He laughs, he vents, he talks about his problems at work."I looked at her. "So you think you've won?"Vivian flushed. "I'm not trying to beat you.""Then why are you hobbling up here on a crutch in the middle of the night? To lecture me on the law?"She was stumped.I pulled out my phone. "Want me to call the police? Trespassing or harassment

Adrian came to the firm for the first time three days later.He hadn't made an appointment and was stopped at the front desk.I was coming out of the conference room when I spotted him standing in the reception area.His suit was wrinkled, stubble darkened his jaw, and he looked like he'd aged years overnight.The receptionist saw me and looked relieved. "Serena, Mr. Prescott says he absolutely has to see you."I nodded. "Let him in."Adrian followed me into my office.The moment the door closed, he placed a document on my desk. "This is a written pledge from Vivian."I didn't look at it. "What kind of pledge?""She's promised never to contact me again and never to bother you.""Good."Something finally sparked in Adrian's eyes. "Serena, we can start over."I looked up at him. "Who's starting over with you?"The spark died. "I've handled it.""Handled what?""Vivian."I leaned back in my chair. "Adrian, you still think the only problem is Vivian?"I picked up the voice recorder from my

Adrian waited downstairs until the small hours.When I came down, he was leaning against the car door, his face flushed from the fever. He straightened when he saw me. "Serena."I walked past him. He reached out and caught my arm. I looked at his hand. "Let go."Adrian held on. "I really do have a fever.""Then you should be at the hospital, not standing guard outside my office."He smiled bitterly. "You don't feel the slightest bit sorry for me anymore?"I considered it. "I do."Something flickered in his eyes.I said, "I feel sorry about my parking bill. It's gone into overtime."Adrian's face froze. He said quietly, "You never used to be like this."That line again. As if I used to be some kind of free pharmacy.When he was hurting, I was supposed to hand him water and pills. When he was lonely, I was supposed to provide the emotional support. When he got lost, I was still supposed to stand in place and wait.I pulled my arm free. "Adrian, you're not who you used to be either."He s

Vivian came back before the divorce trial.She didn't go to Adrian. She came straight to my firm.I'd just finished a client meeting that day. The receptionist called to say a woman was making a scene in the lobby.I went downstairs. Vivian was sitting on the lobby sofa. Her leg had healed, but her makeup was ruined.The moment she saw me, she stood. "Serena, are you satisfied now?"I looked at her. "Satisfied about what?"Her tears fell. "Mr. Prescott threw me out. My flower shop is gone, I lost my apartment, and now I can't even find work.""And?""This is all because of you!"People were looking. I signaled the receptionist to call the police.Vivian tried to rush me but was held back by security. She screamed through tears, "You're just jealous that I'm younger! Jealous that Mr. Prescott likes talking to me!"I asked, "Are you recording this?"She faltered. "What?""If you're not, let me point out that this lobby has cameras and witnesses. Everything you've said could serve as evid