NovelBarShawn hung his head, too ashamed to argue.
After venting her frustration, Julie broke down in tears. She wasnt just mad at Shawn; she felt sorry for Melissa, who had to sell her apartment because of him.
When they were alone, Shawn gazed at Janet, silently pleading.
But Janet remained silent, busying herself packing a small suitcase.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFinally, she spoke calmly. Since youre back, Ive got nothing left to worry about. Lets get a divorce tomorrow.
Stunned, Shawn grabbed her luggage, asking, What are you saying? Why divorce? Im done with you, Shawn, she replied firmly.
Janet struggled to contain her anger. She couldnt stand the sight of Shawn anymore; he disgusted her.
With disdain, she continued, | thought youd quit gambling and treat Yvonne and me right. Thats why | gave you a second chance. But youre cheating with someone else. Shawn | may not be educated or come from much, but | do have some self-respect. Im done with you.
But Shawn wouldnt agree to divorce.
He knew he had messed up. Groveling on the floor, he begged, but Janet was resolute.
Janet was determined. She found a job at a factory and didnt mind the cramped dorms. Her friend who introduced her to the job said if theyd work ten-hour shifts, theyd make eight grand a month. She planned to give six grand to Melissa every month.
She knew it wouldnt cover Yvonnes expenses, but she didnt want her daughter to suffer.
So, she worked hard to repay Melissas kindness.
When Melissa got the money from Janet after she received her first paycheck, she felt a mixed feeling surging inside.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMarcus walked in and spotted the envelope on the desk. He raised an eyebrow, asking, Is this from Janet? Glancing at him, Melissa nodded. Yeah, she and Shawn are done.
Lounging on the sofa, legs crossed, Marcus remarked with a smirk, You cant solve all their problems, Miss Brown. Thats their life, after all.
Janets doing the right thing. Shes as hardworking as Julie. | reckon she can handle herself just fine. Dont go offering her some easy gig just because you feel bad for her. itd only make her uncomfortable.
With awry smile, Melissa quipped, Are you reading my mind now? Marcus gazed at her intently. How could | not know whats on your mind? he said meaningfully.
Melissa put the envelope into the drawer.
Ill stash this away for Yvonne. A little nest egg for her future.
Youre right, Marcus. | shouldnt beat myself up. Maybe its for the best.
Marcus waved her off nonchalantly.
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