I’m Divorcing with You Mr Billionaire! (Sydney and Mark) novel Chapter 32

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When I got to Grace’s ward, her face was ghostly pale and her l*ps were dry and 

she was still asleep just as I had left her! I asked a nurse who came in to note 

down her temperature and condition. 

“Did she ask after me when I was away?” I asked, hoping for an assuring re- 

sponse but she only confirmed my suspicions. She shook her head, “No, she has been asleep since you left.” 

With my throat closed tight in panic, I went in search of the doctor. I found him 

stepping out of another ward. I ran to him, “Why is she still asleep? I was gone 

for quite a while!” I left the formalities and went straight to the main reason why 

I was before him. 

He arched a brow, “The patient in room seven?” I nodded, then he smiled calmly 

“Don’t worry she’d be fine.” 

I relaxed a bit. The doctor’s smile was reassuring. But when I sat by Grace, lis- tening to her infrequent ragged breathing, I couldn’t help but worry. Was she real- ly going to be fine? The bastards really did a number on her. I gritted my teeth and my fists clenched. It was all their fault! 

For the umpteenth time, I abruptly sat up and rubbed my eyes. I checked the time and it was already midnight. I looked down at Grace and she was still deep asleep. How was this even possible? How could someone still alive sleep for so long? 

My stomach grumbled and my eyes traveled to the dinner I ordered yesterday night. More than half of it was still there lying on the stool. I was hungry but I couldn’t even take two spoons of my meal without worrying about her. 

I felt a teeny weeny twitch in my palm and I looked down to see Grace’s fingers moving. My eyes snapped up to hers and her gaze met mine. A small smile adorned her face and I felt her feebly squeeze my hand. 

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My heart lurched with joy, “Hey…” 

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“Hey,” she murmured back and then slowly, her lids dropped until her breathing. became even again. 

I feel more relieved now. Atleast, she was now awake and the bruises on her face didn’t have that almost blue tint again. 

My hand clutching her own hand tightened and I whispered, “I will make them pay, Grace.” 

I smoothed back her hair and placed a k*ss on her forehead, “Get better soon, I know you are a strong girl. You have always been. I will stand by your side. I promise you, we can do this.” 

I didn’t sleep again until the hospital curtains were gleaming with the first rays of the day’s sunlight. I gently untangled my palm from hers and got on my feet. I stifled my groan as I stretched languidly. I felt stiff and my b*dy ached. Since the meeting with that imposter Bran, I hadn’t even been able to rest. 

My gaze lingered on Grace’s sleeping form. This morning, she looked more alive, her face wasn’t so pale anymore. I palmed her cheeks and placed a k*ss on her forehead. “I’ll be back,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. 

I informed the doctor that I was leaving and left. First, I took a taxi to the Villa I shared with Grace. I did some mild cleaning, had a refreshing bath and took some painkillers. 

By the time I was done, I was feeling much better and confident. I was ready to face Mark head on. I left the house and went ahead to hail another taxi. 

I told him my destination. He nodded and we headed there. As the taxi man drove me there, I pulled out my phone. I scrolled through the blacklisted con- tacts on my phone and tapped on his name. My finger hovered above the call icon as I thought twice about calling him. I instead tapped on the message. icon, deciding to text him instead. 

‘I’m waiting for you at the entrance of the registration office, don’t be late, I hate men who are late!” 

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And then I tapped on ‘send‘. A few seconds after I sent the text, it ticked, indicat- 

ing that he had seen my text but about ten minutes later, my phone still hadn’t 

pinged for a reply from him. 

I shrugged and tucked my phone back in my bag. I couldn’t care less if he ig- nored the text. As long as he had seen it and he didn’t waste my time. It was all good. I just needed him to be there because today, I was determined to get a di- 

vorce. I just couldn’t wait to get disentangled from all of the manipulations and deceit shrouding our entanglement. 

It was then it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn’t received any debit alert. 

Why? I quickly checked my account balance on that account and it was still the 

same,no deductions. Why hadn’t he withdrawn yet? I refused to let it bother me. 

The card was with him, he could withdraw it whenever he wished. 

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About half an hour later, the taxi pulled up to a stop before the divorce registra- 

tion office. Even as I transferred the payment for my transport to the taxi man, I 

couldn’t help but let my gaze wander as my eyes perused the area in search of 

Mark. 

I walked to the entrance and stepped into the reception area. Perhaps, he got 

tired of waiting outside and decided to wait in here but he was not there either. 

Swallowing my growing anger, I took a deep breath and composed myself be- fore settling onto one of the seats in the reception area. I found myself seated beside a cute couple that had me wondering what had brought them to this 

place. 

I tapped one of my feet repeatedly on the floor of the reception area. With an ex- 

asperated sigh, I unlocked my phone’s screen for the umpteenth time and as I glanced at the time, my anger piqued. 

It was f**king 8:30 A.M! I had been waiting for thirty minutes! 

Furiously, I immediately dialed his number, my thumb pressed the call icon with much force. He picked up instantly, but before he could utter a word, I burst 

out. 

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“You damned man!” I yelled and the couple beside me jumped from their seats then heads started to turn my way but I was past caring what they thought. “I’ve been waiting here for more that thirty minutes! We had a deal!” I erupted, “I give you a million dollars and you agree to the divorce. I have important things to do and you dare to waste my time!” I shifted to the edge of the chair, “You know what? Every second I stay married to you makes me feel utterly sick!” 

There was a long silence and it grated on my nerves, my hand tightened around the phone and I felt the insane urge to throw something. “Are gonna get 

here or-” 

“Sydney…” 

I froze at the voice that answered back. The voice that responded wasn’t deep 

and firm like Mark’s, it sounded far from the commanding tone I was expecting. 

It sounded soft and shrill. But, all in all, the voice was familiar. I frowned as I tried to remember where I had heard the voice, my mind tried to piece two and two together. And then suddenly, as if a switch had been fl*pped on, it clicked. 

With a jolt, I sat up. 

“Grandma!” 

“Yes, Sydney. It’s me. I’m back.”