“Why did you think I called up a divorce attorney?” Eyes closed, I took a deep breath. “Soren Doyle, I am serious about the divorce. You’re the one who takes me for granted, thinking that I’ll only follow you for the rest of my life.
“By the way, send this message to Zach too. Meet us at the courthouse this afternoon.”
I was met with a long silence, but I couldn’t be bothered as long as I managed to get my point across.
Right as I was about to hang up, Soren bellowed, “Eliza, are you dead set on stirring up trouble?
“How many times do I have to explain myself? I’m just doing my job! Jenna is so traumatized that she can’t sleep. Am I wrong for spending two days by her side as a friend?”
Then, I heard Jenna’s weak sobs in the background.
“Soren, you and Zach should leave. I’m fine alone… Eliza and Juliet are pregnant, after all. I’ll forever blame myself if something happens to them, and I’ll feel too guilty to meet with you again.”
Soren replied impatiently, “Don’t listen to Eliza’s nonsense. Jenna, just have a good rest and cheer up. Leave the rest to Zach and me. I’ll go home to Eliza when she’s in labor.
“She’s been complaining about some bleeding, but she’s just fine. I’m so annoyed by her dramatics. She’s embarrassing me!”
Oh, was I truly fine? I flashed a wry smile as the color drained from my face. I quickly ended the call.
Meanwhile, Juliet had overheard my conversation with Soren.
“Elsie, just cry if you need to.” Tears streamed down her face as she gave me a light hug. “You’ll feel better after you let it all out.”
She added, “We’ll look to the future. They will never get to look down on us! After we divorce them, I’ll go on a trip with you!”
“Sounds good.”
We wiped away each other’s tears with bitter smiles.
Soon after, Jenna tweeted again. She posted a photo of Soren cooking in the kitchen and Zach serving the food.
