Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 151: Chapter 151

Yvonne clearly did not expect Michael to agree to a clean break with nothing. She stared at him, her eyes wide in disbelief.
"Her daughter died, so now you feel sorry for her? You pity her? Or are you just guilty? What about me? I've been with you for all these years, always playing the mistress.
"Don't I deserve your pity too? Is it only when I'm dead that I will get your sympathy?" Yvonne's cold laugh echoed with endless anger and resentment.
Michael furrowed his brows and slowly lifted his head, locking eyes with the woman in front of him who was shouting at him. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with sorrow and a deep sense of defeat.
"She was also my daughter." Michael's voice cracked, filled with both pain and an indescribable sorrow.
Yvonne looked at him, her gaze flickering with a brief flash of pity, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
She fell silent for a moment before speaking in a low voice. "Michael, do you really think these years with Marvin and I have been easy? You think we've been living a life of luxury and comfort, and that I've always felt guilty for them?
"But did you ever think about the sneers and insults we've endured all this time? Did you ever consider how Marvin feels? You always told me you'd divorce her once Angela went to college. Then what happened? She went overseas.
"Then, you told me you'd wait until she was married to divorce. You said people would look down on divorced families. Fine. I waited."
She added, "But now? Now, I finally see you're divorcing her. You want to give everything to Jamilah? Did you even think about me? Did you think about Marvin? Did you ever once consider my feelings?"
Michael lowered his head, paused in thought, and then frowned. "I've treated you well over the years."
Tears welled up in Yvonne's deep eyes, and she suddenly laughed bitterly. "Well? You think that's treating me well? Have you ever gone to pick up Marvin from school?
"Have you ever taken him out on his birthday? Or helped him out when he got into trouble? Every time he needed you, you always said you were too busy with work and told him to ask your assistant for help. But you're his real father."
Michael sighed deeply, his face unreadable as he looked at Yvonne. "So what do you want me to do?"
"What do you mean? You divorce with nothing. Have you thought about what will happen to us now? Do you expect me to support you? Or should Marvin take care of you?" Yvonne's voice was hoarse, her eyes filled with pain and inner conflict.
She shook her head helplessly and grabbed her purse. Her face was full of despair. "Michael, if you're going to be heartless to us, then don't blame us for being ruthless. From now on, don't contact us again. Marvin will only ever be my son."
Michael stood frozen for a moment, staring blankly at Yvonne as she walked out with determination. After a pause, he lowered his head and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He seemed to think of something, then silently put it back.
"Have you prepared the divorce papers?" Michael looked up at Jamilah.
Jamilah took two copies of the divorce papers out of the drawer and handed them to him.
Michael didn't even glance at them before signing his name.
As he stood up to leave, Jamilah stopped him and shoved one of the divorce papers into his hand.
"Take the papers to Yvonne. Let her read them. We'll go to the city hall tomorrow morning at nine to finalize the paperwork," Jamilah said, looking at Michael. "Even though you're not a good husband, you're a good father to Angela. If you end up with nothing, Angela will hate me."
Michael looked at the divorce papers, a flash of surprise crossing his face. He tightened his grip on the papers, turned, and walked out without saying another word.
He probably feared that if he stayed even a second longer, the tears he had been holding back would start pouring out.
It was clear that Michael's grief over losing Angela was no less than anyone else's.
"Mrs. Adams, are you alright?" I reached out to steady Jamilah. The moment Michael left, her face turned pale.
It seemed everyone was just holding it together.
Jamilah gently patted my hand. "I'm fine."
I didn't know what to say. The emotions between the three of them were too tangled, and someone was bound to get hurt in the end.
Marvin said that his mom and Michael actually knew each other a long time ago. Back then, they were just casual acquaintances, not too close, but not strangers either. Yvonne never really paid much attention to Michael.
After all, Michael's looks were nothing special. At first glance, he was just an average guy, polite and soft-spoken, nothing remarkable about him. He didn't have any obvious standout qualities. Yvonne didn't really care about him at all.
But sometimes, people were strange. The things one never cared for suddenly became something one wanted once someone else had them.
Yvonne never imagined that the man she had ignored would end up being the one her best friend, Jamilah, would fall for.
At first, Yvonne thought there was no way Jamilah and Michael would ever get together. In her eyes, Jamilah was far too proud to fall for someone so plain, with a background as ordinary as Michael's.
Jamilah once said Michael seemed kind of naive and clueless, but he was smart and had potential.
Yvonne dismissed this, thinking it was just Jamilah's idealistic way of seeing things. She was sure their relationship would fizzle out and come to nothing. But to Yvonne's shock, it progressed all the way to the point of marriage. That hit Yvonne like a ton of bricks.
Yvonne couldn't understand why Jamilah would choose to marry Michael. Yvonne had never been a fan of their relationship from the start.
But after they got married, Jamilah was full of praise for Michael, saying how sweet and thoughtful he was, and how he would always take care of things around the house. She would often share little surprises and romantic gestures with Yvonne.
Actually, Jamilah was subtly nudging Yvonne to get married too. But to Yvonne, it felt more like bragging.
Once jealousy took root, it couldn't be contained.
Yvonne refused to believe that Michael was the kind of man who couldn't be tempted. She was convinced that no man could resist, no matter what.
And sure enough, after many temptations, Michael finally made the same mistake that men everywhere make.
But at the same time, Yvonne realized, without even knowing when it happened, that she had fallen for Michael, someone she had once dismissed.
So, whose fault was it really? Even if the adults made mistakes, it shouldn't drag the children into it. They hadn't just ruined their own happiness; they had ruined Angela's and Marvin's too.
Jamilah pulled me down into a seat, looking at me with concern. "Laurel, Angela's gone. I know you're hurting just like we are. But no matter what, we have to keep going. I've always seen you as a daughter, and I don't want anything to happen to you."
Jamilah knew about my mother's illness. I hadn't told my mother that Angela passed away because I was afraid she couldn't handle the shock.
"Mrs. Adams, I'm fine. Please don't be too sad. If Angela sees us upset, it will make her sad too," I replied.
Jamilah nodded, her expression turning serious for a moment. "Laurel, you and the Parks family—"