My Grandmother’s Ashes, My Wife's Divorce Paper novel Chapter 10

Mrs. Mitchell, her face dark with anger, asked what I was doing showing up to Noah's father's birthday with mourning clothes on.

The Noah family looked at me with smiles that weren't smiles.

I scanned the room indifferently, my gaze landing on Mrs. Mitchell.

"Mrs. Mitchell, I'm not here for the party. I'm looking for Ava. I have something to discuss."

Noah piped up from across the room. "If you're not here for the birthday party, then don't bother coming. What's with the mourning? You cursing someone to die early?"

"Get lost, ungrateful fool."

Mrs. Mitchell, clearly confused by my attitude, huffed, "If you have something to say, say it here."

I slapped the divorce papers on the table.

"I'm here to divorce Ava."

The room went dead silent.

Everyone looked at me, stunned, but Robert froze for a second before a knowing smirk crept across his face.

Ava stood up, her eyes filled with disgust.

"Lucas, why did you show up dressed like that?"

"Do you know how embarrassing this is?"

She looked around at my empty hands.

"Where's Grandma? Why did you come alone?"

"Put away the divorce papers."

Before I could say anything, Noah's father stormed over, his eyes burning with anger and disgust.

"You wanted to marry Ava, and now, at my birthday party, you're saying you want a divorce?"

"Do you think the Noah family is dead?"

Mrs. Mitchell scolded me, clearly not understanding my position.

"Lucas, get those negative things off the table. Go change your clothes."

When I didn't move, Noah's father's anger grew.

"Am I so old and forgetful? Get your grandmother here."

"If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have let Ava marry you in the first place."

"It was your grandmother who asked me to approve the marriage, so if you're divorcing, let her come and talk to me."

I chuckled coldly and pointed at the mourning band on my arm.

"Mrs. Mitchell, I'm afraid Grandma can't make it."

Noah's father's face turned pale instantly, his finger trembling as he pointed at me.

"You… you unfilial son, cursing me is one thing, but now you're cursing your own grandmother?"

"Lucas, you've crossed the line."

"Take that off and leave."

Mrs. Mitchell's face was visibly uncomfortable, and she signaled Noah to hold me back.

But they underestimated how terrifying it was when someone had made up their mind.

I held onto the mourning band with a fierce grip.

I glared coldly at Ava.

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