Chapter 13: Dearest friend
"That's weird," Heaven said as she hummed a long tune, resting her back on the reclining bed. "Why did he look so angry after our discussion?" she wondered out loud.
Looking back at earlier events, Heaven accepted that she couldn't fix this marriage. No matter how convenient this life she woke up in, she was already five years too late. The damages the adults in this marriage had caused were so deep that even if she tried now, there was only a little chance this marriage would be saved.
That was why Heaven thought accepting the divorce without causing Dominic trouble was the least she could do. That was the only thing she could do to compensate the man and also the child.
"But why did he look so displeased?" Heaven asked the empty room. She rubbed her chin, closed her eyes, and thought about Dominic's reactions. "Did he not want the divorce? Or was he expecting me to throw a fit? Should I have demanded or acted as if I didn't want this divorce? Perhaps he wanted to see me regret?"
Heaven snapped her eyes open, pounding the bottom of her fist against her palm. "That must be it! He probably thought I would regret it." She nodded, convinced at the conclusion she had.
The door suddenly slammed open, causing Heaven to nearly jump out of the bed. Holding her hand close to her chest, she turned her head in its direction, only to see a lady by the door. There, by the door, stood a beautiful lady in a lavish dress; her pretty face, however, bore an aghast and panicked look.
"Heaven!" called the lady in panic before dashing to Heaven's side. "Oh, god! I rushed here when I heard you fainted!"
The woman sat on the edge of the bed, snatching Heaven's hand. Her eyes brimmed with worry, checking Heaven's face for any discomfort.
"Look at you. You're so pale." She cupped Heaven's cheek as a layer of tears coated her eyes as if she would sob any moment.