Here Comes Almighty Desmond Ice

Divorce

Abigail, who had just read it aloud, was initially confused, then shocked, but her emotions quickly changed to joy and happiness.

"What did you just say? Let me see." Felicia snatched the paper from Abigail's hands. She checked it and saw that Abigail hadn't misread it.

A sly smile crept across her face as she looked at the shaken Desmond. "Heh, what were you saying before? That we used you? Yes, we used you, and this is our reward." She waved the paper at him.

Desmond remained silent, but inside, he was burning with anger. He was now completely ruined.

Earlier this morning, Desmond had considered going to his lawyer to transfer everything he owned to Abigail. She had always doubted his love, constantly asking him to prove it.

He happily went ahead with the transfer, never expecting that within hours, he would be filled with regret.

But what was the point of regret now? The deed was done, and it couldn't be undone.

When Desmond was in the process of transferring everything to Abigail's name, the lawyer had questioned whether love was worth such a sacrifice. Desmond had almost argued with him, until the lawyer decided to mind his own business.

If Desmond hadn't caught Abigail in the act, he would never have understood what the lawyer truly meant.

Abigail, now confident, smirked at the drained look on Desmond's face.

"Now that it's come to this, don't you think we should end this?"

"End what-?"

A sinking feeling grew inside Desmond. He knew for certain that whatever Abigail was about to say wouldn't be anything good.

"We should divorce!"

"You want a divorce?" Desmond was stunned.

He hadn’t expected to hear this from Abigail, even though he knew she probably wouldn't say anything good.

Shouldn't she be thinking about saving their marriage and cutting off that man who proposed to her?

He glanced at Felicia, hoping she would speak up and talk some sense into Abigail, but Felicia scoffed and looked away.

He dropped the idea of asking for Felicia’s help. "You want a divorce?" he asked again.

Abigail rolled her eyes in irritation. "Are you going deaf or something? My voice isn’t low or fast, so why do you keep asking me to repeat myself?"

Despite her irritation, she repeated herself. "I want a divorce! That’s what I said, and don’t ask me again."

Felicia nodded in agreement. "Yes, my daughter wants a divorce, so just accept it and let’s move on."

Desmond chuckled, "You want to move on after making me jobless?"

When they remained silent, he continued, "My business has already been transferred to your daughter, and now that you know that, you want to throw me out? Isn’t that ironic?"

Abigail was growing impatient. "All this talk is unnecessary. Just agree to the divorce and be done with it. It’s not like it’s a big deal.”

Desmond shook his head inwardly. To Abigail, divorcing him might not seem like a big deal, but to him, it was more than that—it was devastating. To her, marriage was nothing more than a joke.

"Fine, let's skip the long talk like you said. Even if you won't give me back my company, at least return all the money I've saved with you."

Over the years, Desmond had managed to save a substantial amount of money, which he had entrusted to Abigail, and he expected to get it back now.

"What money? I'm not giving you a cent. Your money is safe with me, and it'll be used as part of my settlement in the divorce."

Desmond stared at her, incredulous. "Are you serious? You're the one asking for the divorce, so why should I pay any compensation?"

"I don't care," Abigail huffed.

"You know what? I'll leave as you want. It's clear that, to you, my worth is close to nothing."

Now that Abigail had dropped all pretense and was showing her true colors, Desmond felt bitter, but he knew there was nothing he could do except leave.

Abigail sneered, "That's not enough. I want you to agree to the divorce."

"Fine, we'll go ahead with the divorce. Just let me know when the papers are ready."

Abigail had made it clear there was no love left, so this was for the best.

Just as Desmond was about to leave, Felicia suddenly stopped him.

"Here, sign this now," she said, tossing a paper at him. Desmond was stunned when he saw it, but he still signed.

Now he fully realized how foolish he had been. They had planned all of this in advance.

"I'm leaving, but remember this... one day, I'll be back," he said, his words carrying a deeper meaning.

Felicia and Abigail were silent for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"You're as poor as a church mouse now. Keep dreaming of a comeback," they mocked him.

Desmond gave them one last look before finally leaving his own house.

Everything he had... was gone.

Out on the street, Desmond pulled out his broken phone to dial some numbers, but just then, a call came in.

"You've been thrown out. Serves you right. Now you see the true colors of those you once called your world," a man's voice echoed through the call.

"Luis Albery!" Desmond recognized the voice instantly.