Falling For His Unwanted Wife by Miss Cloe
Chapter 2

Chapter 2 “Divorce me After A Year”

Farren’s POV

Driving on my way back home, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about my husband. I didn’t expect that he was well known. However, when I heard that he was famous for being eccentric and cold, I finally understood why our last encounter made a bad impression on me.

“He’s one of those people who thinks he’s better than everyone else,” I thought to myself.

Despite his flaws, I have to give him credit for achieving success at such a young age in the business world.

As I approached a red light, I hit the brakes and came to a stop.

I glanced out the window and admired the beautiful flowers blooming in the nearby park. To get a better view, I decided to roll down the car window and take in the scenery. Just as I was about to close it, I heard a voice from the other lane.

“Hey!”

I turned my attention towards the driver of a blue car. He was a big guy with tattoos on his arms, which gave him a somewhat intimidating appearance. His size made his car look even smaller, but he had a huge grin on his face.

“Where did you get your license, huh?” he asked me.

I furrowed my brows in confusion.

“I don’t think a f*cking woman like you should be driving on the road,” the rude guy added.

I decided just to ignore him, so I shut the window down. However, despite my effort to shut him up, he continued throwing insults at me. “Women like you are incapable of driving properly! You should just go home, cook your damn pumpkin porridge and breastfeed your baby!”

I rolled my eyes in response to his comment.

Men and women should be treated equally. But unfortunately, gender equality doesn’t seem to exist on the road.

“Get out of the driver’s seat and go away!”

I really didn’t want to waste my time with this guy, so I stuck to my plan of pretending not to hear him. However, that changed when a girl on a scooter stopped between my car and the guy’s car.

I looked at the young lady, who was now the target of the man’s insults.

“You’re driving a scooter? And you think you’re cool with that?”

“What?” the lady replied.

“You are uncivilized and uncultured!”

“Excuse me? I am driving my scooter peacefully. Can you not criticize me, please?”

“I have my rights to kick you people like you in the road. You f*cking psycho. You don’t know how to drive well. See the dent on my bumper? It was ruined by a car behind the driver by a sh*tty woman like you!”

My anger boiled, and I knew I couldn’t contain it anymore. Therefore, I rolled the window down and stared at the rude man.

“Hey,” I called.

The man stopped blabbering and looked at me. “You again, b*tch!” he laughed.

“Why do you think that women should get their asses out of the road?” I asked.

He answered with mocking laughter, “Because women don’t have the f*cking ability to drive.”

I answered, “I don’t think there’s any difference between male and female drivers. We got our license because we are capable.”

“Capable? Men are the only capable drivers on the road!”

“That’s gender racism.”

“This is not racism. This is a freaking FACT!”

“Okay. If you want me to play the ‘racism game,’ then I will. Want me to say some difference between male and female drivers? Well, men are always in a hurry, stepping on their gas pedals and screaming at others to make way. They violate laws and expect others to do the same. Agree?”

“W-What?”

“And I am really curious how you got your license, dude. Didn’t you take the test of right manners on the road? Or maybe you used a fixer to avoid taking the exam because your pea-sized brain couldn’t take it?”

“That f*ck! Do you want to die right now?”

“I don’t. But let me remind you. The camera in my car also recorded our conversation. I can sue you under Article 282 of the RPC for Grave Threats.”

The man shut his l*ps and looked at me with his reddened face. He wanted to say more, but because I told him that I could sue him, he seemed to decide to stop at this point.

“Well, it seems like you learned your f*cking lesson. Don’t drive in front of me again, or else I’ll kill you, too,” I added.

“Oh!” He pointed at me with his index finger. “You also threatened me!”

“Unfortunately, your car is so cheap that you probably didn’t have anything to record our conversation.”

The man glanced at the lady on the scooter. “You heard it, right? You heard her threaten me, too!”

The lady on the scooter shook her head. “I didn’t hear anything.” Then we exchanged glances and smiled.

The streetlight turned green, and I drove away, hearing the man’s furious shouts.

“What a night. I couldn’t wait to come home and rest.”

I thought I would finally be able to rest peacefully. But I was mistaken.

** ** **

Alaric’s POV

“Where’s the documents?” I asked my secretary, who was sitting in the driver’s seat.

“Here you go, Sir,” he replied, handing me the brown envelope before glancing at the streetlight ahead.

I opened the envelope and reviewed the contents, which were the pre-prepared contract. Satisfied with what I saw, I nodded my head in approval.

“Finally, after two weeks, you can go home and rest, Sir,” my secretary, Alejandro, remarked.

I turned the page of the document and responded, “I don’t think so. It’s difficult to relax when there’s someone else in the house.”

“Someone else? Do you have a visitor?”

I glanced at him through the car’s rearview mirror, and that’s when he realized what I meant.

“Oh, I see!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands. “Your wife is waiting for you at home! I almost forgot that you’re already married.”

“She’s not waiting for me.” I closed the documents and gazed out of the window.

“Why not? You didn’t come to Japan with her, and you’ve been away for days. I’m sure she’s waiting for you.”

“What’s the point? We’re not married because that’s what we both want.”

Knowing that it would be best not to press further, Alejandro shut his mouth. I thought it was going to be a peaceful drive from now on, but the peace was shattered by the commotion outside.

[“I have my right to kick you people like you in the road. You f*cking psycho. You don’t know how to drive well. See the dent on my bumper? It was ruined by a car behind the driver by a sh*tty woman like you!”]

Alejandro and I glanced over at the source of the commotion. It turned out to be some jerk who clearly had nothing better to do than bother others.

“Man, he’s so disrespectful,” Alejandro remarked. “Can you believe there are still guys like him who belittle women? I mean, come on, the latest car racing champion was a woman!”

“Well, he does have a point,” I chimed in. “There are certain things that women may not excel at. That’s probably why most world leaders are men. Women might lack the ability to defend themselves, which can make them weak. Don’t you think?”

Alejandro stared at me, almost as if he felt obligated to agree, and simply nodded in response.

It was then…

[“If you want me to play the ‘racism game,’ then I will. Want me to say some difference between male and female drivers? Well, men are always in a hurry, stepping on their gas pedals and screaming at others to make way. They violate laws and expect others to do the same. Agree?”]

I glanced in the direction of the familiar voice. A lady on a scooter was obstructing my view, making it difficult to catch a glimpse of the woman who bravely stood up against the aggressive jerk.

[“And I am really curious how you got your license, dude. Didn’t you take the test of right manners on the road? Or maybe you used a fixer to avoid taking the exam because your pea-sized brain couldn’t take it?”]

The conversation ended with the woman clearly dominating, leaving the man seething with anger as he yelled, “Never show me your plate number again! I’ll teach you a lesson, you b*tch!”

Out of instinct, I glanced at the car’s license plate as it drove by.

“Wow, she’s amazing,” Alejandro remarked. “Such a fearless woman!”

She truly was impressive. It made me realize that I was wrong to underestimate women’s ability to defend themselves.

“What are you waiting for? The light is green,” I grumbled at Alejandro.

“Oh, right! Sorry, sir!”

Alejandro stepped on the gas pedal, and I remained seated in the back, still pondering about the courageous woman.

Eventually, we arrived at the new house where I would be living with my wife, Farren.

I walked into the house and made my way into the living room. The moment I stepped inside, I spotted a woman reclining on the sofa.

“Ugh, today has been so exhausting,” my wife, Farren, groaned.

Unaware of my presence, she carried on talking.

“I’ve been on vacation for such a long time, and now I’m feeling the withdrawal. It’s so frustrating.” She rested her head on the sofa’s armrest, and that’s when she finally noticed me.

“…”

“…”

I arched my eyebrows as she blinked her eyes silently.

After a few seconds, she swiftly adjusted her posture and sat up straight.

“Um… I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I didn’t realize you were here.”

With a frown, I let out a sigh and settled onto the couch across from her. I glanced up and noticed her running her fingers through her disheveled hair.

My gaze shifted to her piercing blue eyes, pale cheeks, rosy l*ps, slender n*eck, defined collarbone, and slim figure. She’s undeniably beautiful. I’ll give her that. But I don’t feel any attraction towards a woman who obediently followed her grandfather’s request for us to marry.

I can’t stand weak women like her.

“Hmm,” she began.

I shifted my gaze back to her face.

She pushed her hair behind her ears and continued, “There are two rooms in this house. I’m staying in the room on the second floor because it has a balcony. Is that alright?”

“No problem,” I replied.

She nodded. “Well then, I’ll go and get some rest.”

Without looking back at me, she got up and started to leave.

“Wait here for a moment,” I interrupted her.

Farren stopped walking and turned to look at me.

Not wasting any time, I placed the brown envelope on the center table.

“Come back and read this. Then, put your signature,” I instructed.

Curiously, she grabbed the envelope and questioned, “What’s all this about?”

Locking eyes with her, I responded, “It’s a contract that outlines the things we both need to do and the timeframe we have before we finalize our DIVORCE.”

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