Chapter 14

The check-up went smoothly, and Sara's twins were doing well. But the biggest surprise was the revelation that she had been having twins all along. The doctor said, "You're three months pregnant now, and your babies are quite stable. It's okay to sleep with your husband, but it pays to be careful when you have twins. Don't let him do anything reckless." Sara's face reddened, and she stuttered as she responded, "O-Okay. Understood." "That's it for today's check-up. Remember to come here again next month." With the result in her hand, Sara walked over to the lobby and instinctively rubbed her belly. It was an incredible feeling to have two lives slowly growing in there, and they would start kicking and fluttering soon too. Sara had just exited the elevator when she saw two familiar figures ahead of her. She didn't want to believe it, but the man looked a lot like Spencer. Sara hurriedly followed them, but by the time she got to the entrance, the two figures were gone. She shook her head and thought that she must've made a mistake. Spencer would've told her if he had returned to Jeritho earlier than expected. Plus, it was crazy to think that he would've come to the hospital of all places. Then, Sara pulled out her phone, called a cab, and went back to the villa. As she stood alone in the empty villa, she felt disheartened for the first time. However, it might've just been her hormones from her pregnancy. After all, she'd been home alone most of the time for the past three years, and everything had been fine. Sara had been feeling insecure and paranoid ever since Clementine came back to Jeritho. She began to worry if Spencer would come home one day and tell her that their three years were up, and he wanted a divorce. Then, he would hand her the agreement and make her sign it. It felt like the happiness and bliss that had just fallen on her lap earlier that day were about to slip through her fingers. That night, Sara wanted to give Spencer a call and ask him what time he'd return the next day, so she could get the meals ready before he got home. After the shower, she sat by the bedside, pulled out her phone, and dialed his number. It rang for a while before it was answered. An unfamiliar lady spoke over the phone, "Hello, Ms. Lovelace. I'm Clementine Wendell. Spencer is taking a shower now. Do you need anything? I can pass your message on to him." "It's fine. That's not necessary," Sara stiffly responded before hanging up. Then, she gripped her phone and sat on her bed in a daze. So, Spencer had indeed returned to Jeritho. Not to mention, he was at Clementine's place, and they were together. Tears instinctively streamed down Sara's face as she bit her lips. She dropped onto the bed, her tears staining a wide patch of the sheets. Sara thought that she could do it. She thought that when the three years was up, and Spencer asked for a divorce, she could keep a smile on her face and thank him. She thought she could thank him for giving her a place to call home before bidding farewell to him with a beautiful grin. So, why did it still hurt this much? … The next morning, Sara got up later than usual because she hadn't slept well the night before. She'd just climbed down the stairs when she saw Spencer on the couch in the living room. His hands were resting on his knees, and his head was lowered. She had no idea when he got home or how long he had been sitting there, but she didn't hear anything. Spencer heard Sara coming downstairs and raised his head. His eyes were red. Sara walked over and asked, "You're back. Have you had breakfast? I'll make something for you." Spencer shifted positions and slowly leaned on the couch. His voice was a little hoarse as he spoke, "Forget it. Get over here." So, Sara walked over and sat on the couch across from him. She sat upright like a good student waiting for her teacher to discipline her. Then, Spencer solemnly said, "I have something to tell you." Sara remained sitting on the couch. Although she kept as still as a statue, she was frantically thinking about what he was about to tell her. After crying the entire night, her eyes were slightly red. However, she had also gotten herself ready. She could guess what he wanted to tell her. Another two weeks and the three-year agreement would be up. It wasn't a long time, but it certainly wasn't short either. Spencer looked at Sara. For some reason, her eyes were red. She must've watched those senseless TV dramas and got all melancholy. It was hard for him to put his thoughts into words. Instead, he sulkily pulled off his tie, loosened his collar, and undid the buttons on his sleeves. Sara didn't want to put him in a difficult position, so she asked, "Is it about the divorce?" Spencer was momentarily stunned when he heard what she'd said. Then, he nonchalantly hummed. Sara might've prepared herself mentally, but breathing still felt difficult for her after she heard what he said. It hurt so much that it felt like someone had cut her heart with a razor-sharp knife. She tightly gripped the couch and took a deep breath. She bore with the excruciating pain in her heart and tried hard to calm herself down. She said, "When are we going to get the procedure done?" The happiness that had fallen on her lap was now slipping through her fingers. In a marriage, it was the unloved person who would become the third wheel. Sara was aware that Spencer wouldn't change his mind. Now that everything was on the table, there was no need for her to hog the position as his wife anymore. If she let him go, he and Clementine would be able to be together in an honest manner. Spencer frowned and said, "Let's get it done in the next couple of days. I'll ask my lawyer to get the agreement ready and let you sign it. You'll be compensated appropriately. "This villa is yours, as well as an apartment in the heart of Jeritho. Aside from the stipulations in our previous agreement, you'll also have 100 million dollars. If you have any other requests, feel free to bring them up," Spencer simply said. Sara turned around and glanced out the window. The sunlight seemed to be a little harsh today. It was already so blinding at this time of day. There was a stinging feeling in Sara's eyes, but it seemed to feel better when she raised her head. She looked at Spencer. "I don't want anything, and I don't need the houses. I might move back to my hometown. The air is better, and I'm used to staying there too. "I don't need that much money either. A hundred thousand dollars will do. I don't have a job for now, and I'd spent my life savings on my grandpa's medical bills. Think of it as me borrowing 100 thousand dollars from you. I'll return it in the future." Luke replied, "You're free to move back to your hometown. But if you don't want the houses, I'll give you cash equivalent to their value instead. "Let's make something clear though. You're not borrowing any money from me. We made a deal when we signed the agreement. You deserve the 100 thousand dollars." "Let me know once your lawyer is done drawing up the agreement. I'll pack up my stuff and move out as soon as possible," Sara simply responded. "There's no need to rush. I won't be coming here anymore for the foreseeable future. So, you're free to stay here as long as you want." With that, Spencer rose to his feet and left. Sara remained sitting on the couch after Spencer left. She was spaced out and didn't snap out of it until after her phone rang. It was a phone call from the Tiernan residence. Sara gave herself a few seconds to compose herself before she answered the phone. "Sara, are you back yet? How about you have dinner at my place tonight? It's been a while since I saw you. I've missed you so much." Sara felt much better when she heard Oswin's kind and gentle voice. She was leaving the family soon, so it was only right that she met with him once before she was gone. "Alright, I'll call a cab and head over to your place later," she replied. "Is Spencer still overseas? Geez, how could he leave you alone for this long? It's absolutely outrageous." Oswin felt a headache coming on when he thought about Spencer. "Grandpa, he's busy with work. I brought home a lot of vegetables from my hometown. I'll bring some over and cook something for you." "Alright, then. Maybe I should ask the driver to pick you up." "It's fine, Grandpa. I'll pack them up and be on my way soon." "Fine. Be safe out there."