Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 441

Mrs. Wendy looked at Lindsey weirdly and wanted to ask something, but she looked at Dezi and kept quiet.

Lindsey sat down with Dezi and did not look at Mrs. Wendy, so she did not notice her abnormality. Lindsey just said, "They're not coming back today."

Mrs. Wendy sighed and nodded, then went back into the kitchen.

She did not eat at the table as usual. No matter how much Lindsey tried to persuade her to join them, Mrs. Wendy insisted on eating in the kitchen, so over time, Lindsey just let her be.

After dinner, Lindsey took Dezi upstairs to wash up and rest. After coaxing the child to sleep, she went downstairs and saw that Mrs. Wendy was waiting for her.

It was raining outside. The sound of raindrops on the roof was very loud and made Lindsey distracted.

"Lindsey, tell me the truth. Did something happen between you and Zayn?" Mrs. Wendy watched Lindsey come downstairs and asked with a serious face.

Lindsey sat down beside her and leaned against Mrs. Wendy as she reached out and gently hugged her arm. Lindsey did not deny it and nodded gently. "Aunt Wendy, we got divorced."

"What?!" Mrs. Wendy almost jumped up, but she did not get to because she was hugged by Lindsey.

Mrs. Wendy wanted to say something. Her lips moved but not a word came out.

Lindsey probably guessed what she wanted to say. She wiped the tears that fell out of her eyes and explained, "There’s no misunderstanding between us and there’s no other reason. Aunt Wendy, don’t ask about it and don’t scold Zayn. I actually wanted to ask you something. After our divorce, you’re still a member of the Guggenheim family, so you shouldn’t follow me any longer. Soren has gone back today. When do you want to leave? I’ll help you to pack up."

If not for her tears, Lindsey’s calm look was almost like she was saying that tonight's dinner was delicious.

Mrs. Wendy was so shaken by her words that tears welled up in her eyes. "This Zayn...he's really...How could he break up such a perfect family?!"

Lindsey did not speak. She was so physically and mentally exhausted. As she leaned on Mrs. Wendy, she thought about a blurred figure, which was her biological mother that she met once. Lindsey wondered where she was at this moment.

Usually, in a divorce, the woman would go back to her family, right?

Lindsey hooked her lips and laughed at herself. She did not even have a home.

Mrs. Wendy sighed a few times. She gritted her teeth and patted Lindsey’s shoulder. “I’m not going back. How could Zayn do this?! I won't go back. Dezi is still so young, so how could you raise him alone?"

Lindsey did not try to persuade her to go back. She just nodded and said, "Okay, but just let me know whenever you want to go back."

She rubbed her head on Mrs. Wendy’s shoulder before she stood up. “It’s not a big deal really, so don’t get mad. It’s just...the two of us...” Lindsey sniffled and could barely continue, "The two of us are just not suited for each other. I'm going upstairs to rest. You should also go to bed early."

Mrs. Wendy looked at Lindsey’s forced smile and for the first time, she felt that the man she watched grow up was a coward.

Lindsey went upstairs and looked at the still unfamiliar bedroom. There was a small bulge on the bed. It was Dezi.

She walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, but saw the little guy under the covers move around. He leaned towards her, then peeked his little head out of the covers.

Lindsey was a little surprised. Her heart melted at the sight of his messy head of hair. She asked softly, "Didn't you fall asleep just now?"

Dezi nodded, then shook his head. He then climbed over to Lindsey and hugged her neck.

Lindsey put her hand on his back and patted it. "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Daddy has something to do and will be away from Mommy for a while," Lindsey said close to Dezi's ear. She did not know if such a young child could understand what divorce meant, but she did not want Dezi to have a bad impression about marriage at such a young age.

"This is a decision that Daddy and Mommy made together. Daddy has been very busy lately and will come back to see you when he has time." Lindsey wiped the tears from her face before she gently let go of Dezi and looked at his somewhat confused eyes. "It’s okay if you don't understand now. When you grow up, you’ll understand."

The little boy nodded and looked at her like he understood. Lindsey swept him into her arms again. "Go to sleep. Mommy will be with you."

The breathing in her arms gradually settled down, but Lindsey’s eyes were open until dawn.

The air was filled with the smell of mud early in the morning after a whole night of rain. Quentin knocked on Zayn’s door and opened it. He almost passed out from the smell coming from the room.

The strong smell of alcohol smacked him in the face. Quentin waved his hands in front of his nose before he lifted his eyes to look at Zayn, who was sitting by the window.

"President...are you alright?" Quentin walked in and accidentally kicked a black wine bottle. It rolled on the floor with a crisp sound.

The curtains in the room were not drawn. Zayn sat by the window and a trace of light that came through the window shone on him, making him look incomparably disheveled.

‘Sigh...why did he have to do this?’

Quentin sighed at the bottom of his heart.

He carefully avoided all the wine bottles strewn across the floor and walked to Zayn.

The man who had been drooping his eyes raised his head this time, and his eyes were very sharp.