Williams Pov.
"You're so modest, Moon. And you're still covering up for him." My Nana let out a tired sigh. "And even though I'm not as vibrant as before, I know the things that happens in this house, and I also know that that rascal has not been home for days!"
I rolled my eyes. I am her grandson before that gold digger she gave me for a wife.
I watched as Moon pressed her hand reassuringly. "Don't worry about yourself, Nana. Your face will become wrinkled if you keep worrying."
She looks at the huge wall clock that hangs on the wall. "And isn't it that time when you take your beauty nap? Now, go on," she said, raising her to her feet. "It's time to nap."
She gestured for a servant, who finally assisted Nana to her room.
I don't know what Nana sees in her. Why can't she see that she's pretending to use her to get into my life?
And why can't she just accept to divorce me instead?
But it doesn't matter. Whether or not she likes it, it's going to happen either way. She's definitely leaving.
I walked into the sitting room, making my presence known and the air immediately shifted. Servants bowed their heads, others scrambled away in fear.
Moon felt my presence as well and when our eyes met, she couldn't stop gawking at me.
I smirked, throwing the divorce papers at her. "Here, go through with the clauses and sign those after gawking all you want," I said, iciness seeping into my tone.
I just couldn't help it. I hated that she had to come and ruin my relationship with Clarissa, the only woman after my heart.
She raised the file and I watched as she stared at the words 'divorce.'
Irritation was beginning to crawl its way into my tongue. She would start begging, just like she always did. Always clinging to me like a leech.
But she raised an eyebrow after a second and I frowned. Why was she raising her eyebrows?
She scrutinized the book with delight like she knew not what it meant. "Why are you giving me this?" her nonchalance threw me off guard. But it's fine, a little while and she'll start begging.
I dipped my hands into my pants pockets, my lips curling into a cold smirk. "What's that?" I repeated. "Consider it a gift, Moon. The only gift you've ever truly earned in this marriage."
I let my voice drip with mockery, each word deliberately slow, as I enjoyed the weight of my words settling over her.
I expected the usual… tears welling up in her eyes, the trembling of her lips, and even a desperate pleading. But nothing.
Nothing?
No sharp intake of breath, no fight, no sorrow. Instead, she simply looked at the papers again and then, a smile broke out of her lips!
Moon set the file back on the table, her fingers steady, her gaze meeting mine with an unsettling calm. And then…
"Alright." She said softly, as if what I had served her is an ordinary piece of mail, and not a document meant to end everything we shared.
My smirk faltered, just for a second. I narrowed my eyes, scanning her face for a crack, for any sign that my words had hit their mark. But nothing. She wasn't begging, wasn't breaking down like she always did.
I straightened, my jaw tightening. "That's it? Aren't you going to beg me not to sign those? No pathetic speech about how much you love me?" I asked, irritated, but this time, it was another kind of irritation creeping into my voice.
Moon simply shrugged, her smile broadening even more. "What's the point?" She asked, her tone devoid of the desperation I was used to hearing.
Something about her response unsetled me, a nagging feeling creeping into my chest. This wasn't the Moon I expected, the one who clung to false hope.
No, something had changed. And for the first time since we got married, I found myself wondering what.
I opened my mouth to speak, but the ringing of my phone interrupted me but I ignored it.
Moon tilted her chin to my pocket. "That must be her, your doll calling you, right? Aren't you going to take it? Who knows," She shrugs, nonchalantly placing her hand under her chin. "Maybe she's in distress and needs you at the scene."
Her words were irking me. "What are you doing? Or is this your new way of dealing with the news of the divorce?"
Now she chuckles. "News? It's no news anymore. I mean, you've been wanting to do this since we got married, so…" she paused, letting her words hang in the air.
I didn't have a comeback for that. I had always wanted to divorce her. But now that she accepted it without putting up a fight, why do I feel like there's a boulder in my chest?
"Whatever… just… just sign the damn papers."
I reigned in my anger. Because at this point, I don't know who this anger is directed at.
"I'll sign them."
"Good."
"But on one condition."
Typical of Moon. Another method to cling on to me. But still, I found myself asking. "And what's this condition?"
"That you—"
"There you are!" The stern voice of my grandmother. "So you still remember you have a home, you rascal?"
Moon is already on her feet, walking towards her and taking her hand, leading her to the sofa.
Her initial demeanor of nonchalance is gone and for the first time, I saw how genuine she is towards my grandmother.
Damnit! Now I don't know if my grandma will agree to this divorce. After all, she was the one that insisted I marry Moon.
Back then, I had to agree because she wasn't strong enough to argue with her. I saw that she really liked the girl.
"Why are you down here again, Nana?" Moon's question brought me out of my reverie. "I thought you were napping?"
My grandma looked at me like she was going to murder me. "That's because I got a call. There's an auction in the form of a ball coming up tonight."
She looked at me, a warning glare glinting in her grey eyes. "And you both are attending. And no, it's not impossible!"
My eyes widened, displeasure crawling over. "What?!"