Chapter 7
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Elara handed Harvey the pen.
Niamh widened her eyes at that moment, unable to hide the glimmer of hope shining within them. When she saw Harvey sign the divorce agreement, a secret sense of triumph lit up her face.
“Elata, you’re being so dramatic! I’d wake up laughing in the middle of the night if I had a husband like Harvey!”
Elara shot Niamh a faintly mocking glance. “Do you hear how desperate you sound?”
Harvey tossed the signed divorce papers at Elara. “You can throw your tantrum, but don’t vent your frustrations at Niamh.”
Uninterested in arguing further, Harvey lowered his voice and spoke to Bambi. “If you ever want to come home, you can always call Daddy.”
Bambi tilted her head up and looked at Harvey. She didn’t say a word and only tightened her grip on Elara’s hand.
His gaze toward Elara was cold and indifferent. “Bambi is my daughter, so she’s welcome to come back anytime, but you… It won’t be so easy for you to return.”
Harvey seemed like a god perched high above as he looked down at her with disdain. His warning was clear: this was a grave mistake. Elara would certainly pay dearly for it
Elara smiled faintly. “Even if leaving the Fisher family means the road ahead is a sheer cliff, I’ll never turn back.”
A flicker of something unrecognizable flashed through Harvey’s eyes, but it was gone in an instant.
“We’ll meet at the courthouse 30 days from now.” As he uttered those words, Elara felt a weight lift from her chest.
Holding Bambi’s hand, she walked toward the entrance. Elara then turned around for one last look at Beau after putting on her shoes.
“Beau, I won’t be coming back.”
Beau lashed out at her, “Just leave already! All you ever do is make Daddy upset! I hate you!“”
Elara then left with Bambi. After they were gone, Niamh complained to Harvey, “Elara’s unbearable. Women like her are always so dramatic!
“Housewives are just the worst. They’re overly emotional, incapable, and careerless. Without the Fisher family, she’ll have nothing to live on!”
She added, feigning sincerity, “If I ever got divorced, I’d leave with nothing. Even if the love was gone, make things difficult for someone I once cared about.”
I’d never
Niamh stole a glance at Harvey’s face, trying to gauge his reaction. But his expression remained as calm as ever, showing no sign of turmoil.
“She just wants me to chase after her.” Harvey sneered in disdain.
“But she overestimated herself!”
Niamh couldn’t suppress the smug curl of her lips. Even after seven years of marriage, Harvey had never truly
cared for Elara.
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Two days later, Beau walked into the study, asking, “Daddy, why can’t I get through to Mommy’s phone?”
Harvey sat behind the desk, not bothering to look up.
Beau felt uneasy as he scratched the back of his head. “Mommy left without helping me finish my craft project, and it’s due tomorrow. What should I do?”
Harvey responded coldly, “Do it yourself.”
“Daddy, can I ask Niamh to come over and help me with it? Beau asked cautiously.
Harvey’s voice came from behind the computer screen. “Dojas you like.”
“Yes!” Beau cheered as he ran out of the study. Not having his mother around wasn’t such a big deal–he still had Niamh
Niamh arrived half an hour later. She sat with Beau in his room, working on the craft project. But less than 30 minutes in, Beau’s face turned beet red with frustration.
“Why can’t you figure out how to use plastic straws to build a space fortress?”
Niamh, who was sitting cross–legged on the floor, stared at the pile of plastic straws scattered in front of her. She was completely lost.
“This space fortress is way too hard. There’s no way you’ll finish it tonight.”
Beau shouted, “Mommy almost finished building it! All you had to do was add to it!”
“L…”
Niamh wanted to admit that she just didn’t know how, but the words were stuck in her throat. She didn’t want to concede that she was less capable than Elara.
Trying to soothe Beau, she said, “How about we make something simpler? Let’s use the plastic straws to make a phone. How does that sound?”
Niamh pulled out her phone and showed Beau a picture she had just found online.
“That’s way too easy!” Beau protested.
“Come on, we’ll make something simple and just get the assignment done. No one will notice,” Niamh coaxed.
Niamh had barely done any homework after completing middle school. To her, a kindergarten craft project was tedious and childish.
“Beau, let’s just finish this quickly so I can take you out for a drive later.”
