?<strong>Chapter 815:</strong>


    Michael felt a wave of disappointment wash over him but realized, with sudden rity, that while Fiona was Lacey’s sister, she didn’t have Lacey’s strength, her decisiveness.


    “Then I won’t say any more. Pack your things and go home with him.” Michael stood up and walked past them.


    Fiona’s heart skipped a beat. Was she wrong?


    “Come on, Fiona, let’s go home,” her husband said.


    Michael’s solitary figure, heading upstairs, seemed more alone than ever, a quiet dissatisfaction settling over him.


    But Fiona couldn’t understand.


    All she felt was pity for Michael, alone in his solitude.


    In the following days, Fiona visited Michael often, sometimes helping him clean, sometimes bringing her son over for a meal, chatting about everything and nothing.


    Before, Fiona and Michael had exchanged nothing more than casual greetings.


    Now, she understood what he had meant when he said he was her family.


    The second time Fiona’s husband cheated, he imed he was working overtime and didn’te home.


    Fiona, suspicious, brought him dinner, only to find his office empty.


    Frustrated, she asked Michael to look into it, and he soon uncovered that her husband had already booked a room at the Olive Hotel before leaving work.


    Standing outside the office building, Fiona broke down, crying into her phone. Michael listened in silence, offering nofort.


    After all, it was her personal life.


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    Once the tears stopped, Michael’s voice was calm, distant. “I’ll help you find a divorcewyer.”


    “Michael, do I really have to divorce him? What if he’s just avoidinging home and isn’t with anyone else?”


    “If that’s the case, then I have nothing more to say,” Michael interrupted, his tone firm. “You need to decide for yourself what your life will look like.” And with that, the conversation ended.


    In Fiona’s memory, this was the first time Michael had hung up on her.


    What was he angry about?


    She thought perhaps it was because Michael was frustrated with her for hesitating, for being soft-hearted again.


    He genuinely wanted the best for her, and she couldn’t keep disappointing him. So, with newfound determination, Fiona called Michael back, her voice steady. “Michael, please help me find a divorcewyer.”


    Michael wasted no time. Within hours, thewyer with the highest sess rate in divorce cases in the country reached out to Fiona.


    Thewyer advised Fiona to remainposed. Since she had made the decision to divorce, she needed to gather evidence to ensure she secured more assets and custody of the child.


    Fiona’s voice trembled as she asked, “Do I really have to get a divorce?” Thewyer hesitated, then spoke gently. “If you’re unsure, take some time to think it over. I’ll speak to Michael.”


    Fiona immediately felt the weight of the decision. If Michael found out, he would likely be upset again.


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