When She Walks Away (Teresa) novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73

Roselyn looked at Teresa, realizing she was dead serious. For a moment, she felt a wave of panic in her heart.

But Roselyn quickly calmed herself. She knew how much Teresa had wanted to marry Charles, so there was no way she would ever want a divorce.

Roselyn lifted her chin and retorted, “Don’t think I won’t do it.”

Teresa, looking eager, replied, “Go ahead, I’ll be waiting to buy you dinner.” With that, she got into her car. Before Roselyn could say another word, Teresa drove off.

Teresa had always been obedient, but now she wasn’t the pushover she used to be. Roselyn couldn’t even tell when it started, but it was obvious Teresa wasn’t under her thumb anymore.

And from what Teresa said, it sounded like she really was considering divorce.

Roselyn looked down on Teresa. She believed that even if a divorce were to happen, it had to be Charles who initiated it.

Still feeling uneasy, Roselyn decided to call Charles. The call was answered quickly, and she could hear typing in the background.

“What’s up?” Charles’s voice was a bit hoarse, like he hadn’t slept well.

And indeed, he hadn’t. He spent the night stargazing with Naomi and Yolanda, and then they went out for barbecue afterward. Today, he had work to handle at the office, so he came in early.

Roselyn didn’t beat around the bush. “Charles, has Teresa been acting strange lately?”

Charles froze for a second, his fingers hovering over the keyboard, then said, “What are you getting at?”

Roselyn caught the shift in his tone and hurriedly asked, ‘She hasn’t mentioned divorce, has she?”

Charles answered, “No.”

Roselyn let out a sigh of relief before saying, “Well, she did go through so much to marry you. There’s no way she’d give it up that easily.”

Charles simply answered, “Yes.”

Roselyn wasn’t satisfied. She kept pressing, “If you don’t want to be with her anymore, you need to be the one to ask for a divorce first. Don’t let her beat you to it.”

Charles stopped typing again, his voice serious. “Mom, I’ve never thought about divorcing Teresa. We have Yolanda now. Divorce wouldn’t be good for her.”

Roselyn remained firm. “I don’t care. You’re a Logan. Even if you get divorced, make sure you’re the one who initiates it.”

Charles didn’t want to keep talking about it, so he said, “Mom, I have a guest coming over. I gotta go.”

That afternoon, Teresa was busy writing up patient records when her phone rang. It was Wendy.

“Teresa, let’s grab dinner tonight,” Wendy said.

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Teresa didn’t bother asking why, just said, “Sure.” They were good friends, so having dinner together was just another casual hangout for them.

But when Teresa walked into the private room, she realized it wasn’t just Wendy-George was there too.

Several dishes were already on the table, but one had a chunk missing from the corner. It was obvious that George was responsible.

Teresa sat down without saying a word to George and ignored Wendy as well.

Wendy kept serving Teresa food. Teresa didn’t say anything, but her actions showed that she wasn’t being cold toward Wendy.

George sat quietly next to Wendy, head down, just messing around on his phone.

When all the dishes arrived, Wendy poured red wine for Teresa, George, and herself.

Wendy raised her glass and looked at Teresa. “Teresa, I’m sorry I didn’t explain everything when I called you this afternoon. I asked you here because I wanted to apologize.

“I feel awful about what happened with you and George at the police station, and I just don’t want it to drive a wedge between you two. You’re my best friend, and George is the guy I care about most.”

Teresa didn’t reply, her gaze on George, who was holding his glass but seemed lost in thought, clearly not paying attention to Wendy.

Wendy noticed Teresa’s silence and quickly drank her whole glass of wine. She then smiled at Teresa. “Bottoms up-can you forgive me?”

Teresa looked at her, feeling both sorry and helpless. “Alright.”

Wendy smiled and nudged George with her elbow, signaling him to toast Teresa as well.

George, clearly not thrilled, raised his glass. “Cheers.”

Teresa raised her glass but didn’t bother to clink it with his. She just took a small sip.

George was no different-he just wet his lips with his drink.

Wendy was playing the peacemaker, and Teresa only stayed out of respect for her. But as for George, Teresa wouldn’t give him the time of day, let alone a smile.

The whole dinner was tense. Wendy kept pushing them to talk, but whenever George asked something, Teresa just gave short replies.

The mutual dislike was obvious, but Wendy refused to give up on trying to fix things.

Some things, however, once broken, couldn’t be repaired. Teresa felt the same way about George-and about her marriage to Charles too.

After forcing themselves through dinner, George got up to pay the bill.

Wendy held onto Teresa’s arm and asked, “Are you not happy?”

“Well, if you’re happy, that’s enough,” Teresa replied. She finally understood why her family had tried so hard to stop her from marrying Charles.

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Wendy lowered her eyes. “I know you’re not happy, but…”

Teresa didn’t want to hear it. She stood up and said, “I’m going to the restroom.”

Wendy’s feelings were something she had to figure out on her own. Now, Teresa realized, Wendy was no different from how

Teresa used to be.

When Teresa came out of the restroom, she saw George. He had just paid the bill, but he wasn’t heading back to their table.

As she got closer, she saw a girl with her hair down sitting at a table nearby. George put his hand on the back of her chair and leaned in, easily wrapping his arm around her.

They whispered to each other, but Teresa couldn’t hear what they were saying. Soon enough, George pulled out his phone and exchanged contact information with the girl.

After adding her, George straightened up and waved his phone at the girl. “Make sure to text me, okay?”

The girl smiled, nodding enthusiastically, her shy charm hard to resist.

Teresa saw it all. She had long understood that a leopard could not change its spots.

Just as George was about to head back to the private room, he turned and spotted Teresa. Across the large dining hall, their eyes met-hers filled with contempt, his with indifference.

After a long silence, George finally walked over to Teresa. Standing in front of her, he leaned down and taunted, “What? You just can’t stay away from me, huh?

“Or maybe you want to sneak around with me behind your bestie’s back for a little thrill? If that’s what you’re after, I’m more than happy to help.”

Teresa took a step back, muttering, “You jerk.”

George, far from getting angry, seemed to enjoy it even more. He grinned and said, “You still haven’t answered me-want to have a little fun with me?”

Teresa raised her hand to slap him, but George caught her wrist and, with a quick tug, pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her.

“What’s wrong? Eager to jump into my arms already?” he teased.

Just then, the door to another private room swung open, and Charles and Jason walked out.