My BFF’s “Gift” for My Daughter? She’s Pregnant With MY Husband’s Baby! Chapter 18
When Derek showed up with those filthy certificates, Olivia lost it.
Weird thing-ever since the “armesia,” her temper had gotten way worse.
She grabbed everything within reach and hurled it at him. Eyes blazing:
“You couldn’t even take care of our marriage license! You don’t love me at all! I want a divorce!”
The word “divorce” made Derek’s blood run cold.
He dropped to his knees:
“It’s my fault. But we can get new ones. I swear I’ll keep them safe this time. Please. Trust me.”
After days of begging-and transferring eight figures into her account-Olivia finally agreed.
On discharge day, she said she’d go with him to get replacements.
But when they got in the car, she slid into the back seat.
Derek remembered her motion sickness. Smiled:
“Babe, you forgot? You get carsick in the back.”
Olivia stared out the window. Didn’t turn around:
“I don’t care. I’m not sitting up front. Some other woman probably sat there. Makes me sick just thinking about it.”
Derek’s face went stiff. Scrambled to recover:
“No one else-but if you don’t like it, I’ll get a new car today.”
Olivia said nothing.
Getting the new certificates was quick.
But the second they had them, Olivia grabbed Derek’s arm and dragged him straight to the divorce registration desk.
“Divorce. Now. These don’t count. We’re getting divorced first, then remarrying properly!”
Derek tried to refuse.
But he couldn’t say no to this version of Olivia-pouting, demanding, throwing fits.
Especially when her eyes went red and she accused him:
“You’re scared if we divorce, you won’t marry me again, aren’t you? You heartless bastard!”
Derek panicked instantly:
“What? No! Fine. We’ll divorce first. Then get married again right after.”
People passing by shot them looks-clearly thought Olivia was some spoiled princess throwing a tantrum.
Olivia didn’t explain
Derek played along, grinning at the onlookers:
“She’s my wife. Of course I’m gonna spoil her.”
Too caught up in his own fantasy to notice the cold smirk tugging at Olivia’s lips.
On the drive home, they rescheduled the wedding.
One month out.
