Chapter 87

Daphne failed to contact Wilson or receive an explanation. Furious, she knocked on Sebastian’s door. “Sebastian, let’s go for a drink!”

Sebastian was in an international meeting. Seeing her distressed expression, he understood. He told the others, "Let's call it a day. I want to see your new proposal tomorrow."

Closing his laptop, he lazily glanced at Daphne and poured her a glass of water. “What’s wrong? Are you addicted to alcohol now? Why the sudden urge to drink?”

She looked upset. “I couldn’t reach Wilson all day. He stood me up.”

Sebastian paused, looking gloomy, but quickly recovered. “I figured. When you didn’t contact me, I knew he hadn’t gotten back to you.”

He sounded nonchalant, but gripped his glass tightly. “Your ex-husband… Is he having second thoughts about the divorce?”

“That’s impossible,” Daphne denied instantly. “I know him. Yvonne is his priority. If we hadn’t had to wait for the divorce processing, it would have been finalized a month ago. I think he’s up to something, and I’m frustrated because we can’t find him.”

“It’ll work out eventually. If worse comes to worst, you’ll reapply and wait another month. Here, drink some water and calm down.”

Sebastian’s years in business gave him a composure Daphne lacked. After he comforted her, she calmed down. “I guess there’s nothing else I can do.” Daphne didn’t go for drinks; she went to sleep, disappointed.

That night, she dreamed Wilson died in an accident, explaining his absence. In the dream, he bequeathed everything to Yvonne. Daphne woke with a start, covered in cold sweat.

Regaining her senses, she immediately called Wilson. Again, no answer. She punched her pillow angrily. “You’d better be dead for good, Wilson!”

Getting out of bed, she called Ava. “Ava, pick me up. We’re going to Wilson’s office!”

“Why?” Ava asked sleepily.

“We’re confronting him,” Daphne gritted. Wilson’s job was important; he wouldn’t skip work, even if the world were ending. Daphne was confident she’d find him there and see how he’d avoid her.

In the car, Daphne recounted Wilson’s previous day’s actions. Ava and Lucas shared her hatred for Wilson, criticizing his broken promise.

Arriving at Farrell Group, Daphne saw Wilson exiting his car. He was impeccably dressed in a luxurious suit, his hair neatly combed, his watch complementing his attire. Daphne was furious. She jumped out of the car, slamming the door, and rushed to him, grabbing his arm. “Wilson, why did you stand me up yesterday? You didn’t explain, and I couldn’t even reach you! What are you playing at?”

Wilson saw the onlookers. It was rush hour. Frowning, he pulled away his arm.

“I have an important meeting. I don’t have time for something so trivial.”

Daphne scoffed.

“Trivial? Is that how you view our divorce? Do you think I want to see you? You forced this divorce, so what’s going on? I don’t want to waste my time. When are you going to get the divorce certificate with me?”