Chapter 438 - Four Hundred And Thirty-eight: A Hell Called Home (1/2)
The third point of view:
It was like watching a soap opera, it all felt surreal yet entertaining. No one had expected the three hundred and sixty change of event. They had all come to criticize and persecute Cecil only to get burned in the process.
”Mom!”
”Mother!”
Erica was more shocked than her elder sister - it seems she loved mother more than she showed it.
”What did you just say?” Vincent finally recovered from his own shock.
”You heard me, right. I want a divorce,”
”Are you mad?”
”Yes, I am. I finally am. I'm mad enough that I want to be set free from this bondage. What am I to you?”
”Of course, you're my wife,”
”Are you kidding me?” The woman seemed further agitated by that response from her husband, ”Have you ever treated me like a wife? All I ever was to you was a property, a woman that should know her place, a woman that was to fulfill her womanly role, nothing else!”
”Mrs. Charlotte, perhaps we should discuss this -”
”Shut up! No one invited you into our family matters,” She fired at Fernandez who had tried to interfere in the issue, ”Who gave you the right to mediadiate? Does my family seem like a playground to you? First, you ruined my daughter's life and now you're back for a second life?”
Fernandez shifted uncomfortably on his seat. He didn't like where this was going nor had he planned it that way. They had come here to discuss handing his son over to him, not resolve their marriage issues - it was none of his business. So he defended himself, ”Of course not Mrs, Charlotte! I never came to ruin -”
”I said shut up!”
”Charlotte!” Vincent called her by her name this time. He was pissed off by her childish behavior, ”Stop throwing a tantrum and behave,” He cautioned her.
Vincent knew his wife. They have been married for over forty years already and this wasn't the first time she threw such a fit, yet came back around in the end. It was going to be the same; she was not serious about her threat.
Charlotte blanched, that was all he thought of her. That she was being childish. Does her right not matter? Does her own opinion weigh little?
”I hope you regret saying that for the rest of your life,” was all she said as she stormed out of the room.
Meanwhile, Cecil and her family - Pedro and Emerald - remained quiet all this while. Everything was happening too quickly than they could comprehend, plus the fact that their - Charlotte and Vincent - the fight was a personal issue - they had no right to interrupt.
As soon as mother left, Vincent cleared his throat and began, ”As we were saying before the interruption…”
Cecil shook her head, her father was not human. How could he be so inconsiderate of their mother's feelings?