The God Must Be Crazy 3 소설 & 이야기

His words tumbled out of his beutiful mouth sounding harsh in my ears. I felt like something had struck me flat knocking me on the ground,nobody ,I mean nobody have ever called me a moron,I immediately hate him and withdrew all the compliments I had thought of him. He wasn't an angel but a dick wiessel. Yes,a dick wiessel. “Are you crazy or something” He spoke again this time looking at me with disdain . “You are the one who is crazy ” I suddenly stated before closing my mouth as the fabric of reality struck me,he was supposed to be my boss .

“You ask if I would be happy if God called you? The answer is no. It would be as if He had taken half of my soul. Would you be happy to become a soulless zombie?” –Jiji– *** [Hi, Ji... busy?] A message popped up, distracting Angie, who daydreamed about the man who had just left her apartment after saying goodbye. The name on the screen made her heart race faster, accompanied by a sweet smile on her flushed face. Was Jordan so missing her that he reached out and asked about her busy schedule in the middle of the night? Didn’t he think she might be asleep and drifting off to dreamland?

As I signed the divorce papers for the third time, I moved through the familiar steps with practiced ease. I could have done it in my sleep, having been through the drill three times already. Henry Johnson clutched the divorce certificate, his eyes darting to his watch, his brow creased with impatience. "Go on ahead, I'll catch a cab back," I offered before he could say a word. A flicker of surprise crossed Henry's face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of regret as he spoke, "Sorry, Melanie just landed, I..."

Outside, sirens wailed as they raced toward the cathedral. Inside, beneath shattered glass and flickering candlelight... The Mad Don claimed his bride.

Let's get a divorce. "I'm sick. My stomach hurts." Suddenly, I screamed. I curled into a ball with both hands gripping my head tightly. Tears streamed down my face, and my neck muscles tensed. Amelie's smile, her words, and her look of disappointment kept swirling in my mind. At that moment, everything—my reason, my emotions—broke down completely. How could I bring her back? I went mad, throwing anything I could grab onto the floor. Sasha heard the noise and rushed up. She pounded on the door. "Mr. Scott! What's going on, Mr. Scott? Open the door!"

Dear God, I am in so much fucking trouble. Big Huge Trouble.

The member of staff who tried to comfort me said sarcastically, “People need to have common sense. I’ve never seen a man who’s in such a rush to marry a mistress before divorcing his wife!” “That’s right! He has no shame!” “I have to admit, only such shameless women can marry rich men.”

Right as I turned away, Joffrey's voice rang out, pure shock. "Lori!" He gripped the urn like his life depended on it and bolted toward me, eyes wild. "Lori, is that your soul? Did you come back because you couldn't leave me?" Mateo ripped the urn from his arms, just as unhinged. "No way! If Lori came back, it'd be for me!" Watching them go at it like contestants on The Bachelor, I knew for sure—they'd lost their damn minds. So I didn't even flinch, just played along. "I died unfairly. Of course I came back."

His kind of crazy is the kind that should be medicated. One other time, a con artist tried to sell me magic beans. Honestly, I didn't know what I would do with those. Become Viola the Giant Slayer? Not that I believed him though. Three pick-pockets, one mugger, five homeless people, two money-doublers and four drunks later, it seems as if I have seen it all. Until tonight, that is.

I was almost going mad. “God yes!"