Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me-Chapter 104: Awakening

"Okay, thank you," Mika said politely, taking the cart from the attendant. "I’ll take it from here."

A flicker of disappointment crossed the attendant’s eyes, but he still forced a smile and replied, "Yes, ma’am."

Mika pushed the cart inside and closed the door. Then, she began setting out all the dishes on the table.

When Tristan still hadn’t come out, she stood up to call him for dinner.

Just as she was about to knock, she heard Tristan talking. She froze. His tone was so gentle it made her heart clench painfully.

The only woman who could make Tristan speak with such gentleness was Maggie Monroe. No one else.

’So, in the short time I was gone to get the door, he called *her*?’

The realization was a blow her heart couldn’t take, and a sharp pain shot through her. She forced herself back to the sofa. The feast laid out before her did nothing to stir her appetite. She felt like a clown, foolishly waiting for a man who didn’t have her on his mind in the slightest.

She let out a self-deprecating laugh, got up, and grabbed the bottle of red wine from the cart. She opened it, poured a glass, and started drinking.

She finished the entire bottle of red wine, and still, Tristan hadn’t come out.

’Mika, you’re so pathetic. All he had to do was humor you with a few careless words, and you handed over your whole heart for him to stomp on. Now you see, don’t you? You’re nothing in Tristan’s heart. You’re just an object for his punishment and humiliation. And even so, you still dream of staying by his side for the rest of your life.’

’Haven’t you had enough of this humiliation?’

’Mika, that’s enough! Wake up! Never again believe a single word Tristan says!’

She swayed to her feet, opened another bottle of red wine, and took a large swig directly from the bottle. Turning to look at the table full of food, she suddenly found it all ridiculous.

’Three years! Three whole years, and Tristan and I have never once finished a complete meal together.’

’I really thought that today, we could finally have one meal together.’

’But it seems that’s not going to happen...’

’Heh, it doesn’t matter. I can eat it all by myself. Isn’t that how it’s always been?’

With her eyes rimmed in red, she knelt by the table and began stuffing food into her mouth. ’I can finish this. I don’t need Tristan to be here with me.’ But as she ate, a wave of nausea hit her. Her stomach churned, and she felt bile rise in her throat. Clapping a hand over her mouth, she staggered to her feet and ran for the bathroom. In her haste, she crashed into the service cart, sending it toppling over as she fell to the floor.

The commotion outside was so loud that it made Tristan frown. "I have to go," he said into the phone before hanging up and tossing it carelessly onto the bed.

He opened the door and immediately saw her running for the bathroom. He followed, concerned. When he saw her hunched over the toilet, vomiting relentlessly, he rushed to get her a glass of water. "What’s going on? Why are you throwing up all of a sudden? Here, drink some water and rinse your mouth." Though he was worried about her, to Mika, his tone sounded like he was yelling.

Mika slapped the glass out of his hand. "I don’t need your concern!" she snapped. She pushed herself up, leaned over the sink, and turned on the tap. After taking a mouthful of water and rinsing, she finally straightened up.