Stop It She's Remarrying by Stellar Strands

She was like a child that was easily pleased as she looked at him with a happy glow in her eyes.

“What did you want to tell me just now?”

Conrad gulped as he considered how he was going to break the news to her.

Fia looked at him calmly, but she was growing expectant.

Tomorrow was going to be their third wedding anniversary. Was he going to buy her gifts? Or was he

going to take her somewhere for a vacation?

As long as she could spend time with Conrad, she would be satisfied even if they had to go to the

countryside and start a farm.

“Fia, both of us were forced to marry each other three years ago because of the pressure from our

elders.

“I remember that you told me that, if possible, you want to fall in love and marry the man you love. To

live a full life.”

Fia blinked. “Yes, I did. And?”

She knew him from when she was little. Since the moment she fell in love with him… It had been

decades.

She had always hoped that he could fall in love with her too. That he would court her and marry her.

However, the person that he loved was never her.

If it wasn’t because her cousin had suddenly gone overseas and there was no one left available to

solidify the alliance between their families through marriage, he would never have taken notice of

someone like her. He only noticed her when she was chosen to be the sacrificial lamb.

“I’ll set you free. Go and find the person that you love. Fall in love and get married. When you do, I will

see you off as part of your maternal family.”

“What… What are you saying?

The smile on Fia’s face vanished as she looked at him with widened eyes.

Conrad looked away as he took out a cigarette from its package and placed it in his mouth. He glanced

at her.

He remembered that she didn’t like him smoking, so he pulled it out and simply held it in between his

fingers without lighting it up.

He then whispered, “Esme is back.”

Fia sulked, trying her best to calm herself down while she bit the tip of her tongue.

“My cousin is back.”

“Yes.”

“So? You want a divorce?”

“Our union was a mistake in the first place. You know that Esme and I grew up together. I want

everything to return to how it was supposed to be.”

“Then…”

‘What about me?’

Fia could not finish her sentence as she held her tongue. Three years ago, he told her that their

marriage was a mistake. She was the only fool on the stage, absorbed in her role.

But he had been the perfect husband for three whole years!

Was there nothing worth staying for at all?

“Fia, I hope that you can allow us to become whole.”

Conrad stared deep into her eyes.

Fia opened her mouth but all she could feel was the dryness in her throat and the tears threatening to

come out. Her emotions were going to burst out of her chest soon.

“I’m having a stomachache. I need to go to the bathroom first.”

“Alright. We can continue when you’re done.”

Fia darted off the sofa and stumbled into the bathroom.

She closed the door and let the tap water run. Her tears began to fall.

She was very happy in the marriage for the past three years.

They had been in bed together as the sun rose and set each day.

They were like a normal, married couple. They ate their meals together. They read together.

And when the tension was high, he would caress her tightly as they both became one.

But why? Why must it be so short?

How… could he say he wanted a divorce so easily?

There was no love.

He could only do it so calmly if there was no love.

But if he had no love, how could he have enjoyed it so much when they were making love?

If it was her, she could never do it with someone that she didn’t love.

So, did he love her? Or did he not?

Perhaps… He did like her. Even if only for a little bit.

Once she had regained her composure, Fia returned to the living room with a smile on her face.

This time, she didn’t sit by his side. Instead, she sat alone.

Conrad flicked off the cigarette in his hand into the bin and said, “Fia, I told you this three years ago.

Once we’ve divorced, we won’t need to interfere with each other’s affairs anymore.”

“Yes, you did.”

However, from the moment she became his wife, she had thrown his warnings out of her mind. She

loved him despite everything. She made him the only reason she was still alive.

In the past, she would treat her love for him as her own little secret, not even considering it while she

watched him and Esme mingling with each other.

She told no one about it. She did not even dare to look at him when there were people around, for fear

that her secret would be discovered.

She was just a girl from the countryside. She could not compare to someone like Esme Manning, a

person of blue blood from a grand household.

Not only was she well-learned, but she was also a well-known socialite in their city of Gryphon as well

as an accomplished pianist. Only she was worthy of him.

As he said, they should let everything return to how it was supposed to be.

Just like when she had a secret crush on him. She only needed him to be happy.

She would go back to hiding the secret of her love, just like how it was supposed to be.

It was already a gift from God that they had been married once.

“About the divorce…”

Before Conrad could even finish, Fia quickly said, “I agree to it.”

She lowered her head and looked away, as a chill slowly overcame her.

They were married for three years. She had taken the medicine for two whole years. It… It was lucky

that she was infertile and didn’t have his child. Otherwise… How was this going to end for her?

Conrad could see that her eyes were slightly red. “Are you feeling unwell?’

“Yes. It’s just a stomachache. I’m going to be fine after taking some medicine.”

“Let’s go.”

He grabbed her wrist as he stood up.

Fia quickly asked, “Where to?”

“To the doctor’s.”

“There’s no need for that. It’s just something minor…”

“A lot of illnesses became serious because they weren’t treated earlier when they were minor ones. We

can’t delay!”

When they were on their way to the hospital, Fia turned and looked at the scenery passing by outside

the window. She dared not see the man in the driver’s seat next to her.

She was afraid that if she looked at him, she would not be able to give him up.

That she would beg him not to leave her.