My Blind Wife Wants Divorced

Usually, on weekends, Leonel rarely stayed at home. He would be at Ester’s apartment if he weren’t socializing on the golf course. They would spend time together, easing the longing that sometimes grew overwhelming. Especially when Ester had photo shoots outside the city or even abroad. But now? He didn’t want to do that anymore. Instead of going out, he chose to swim to fill his limited free time. The clear and refreshing pool water could clear his mind, overwhelmed with piled-up work and suspicions about something.

Occasionally, he would come up for a breath, swimming skillfully on his back repeatedly until he started feeling tired, creeping into his body. He paused for a moment, but only briefly. Once again, he swam around the spacious pool at his parents’ house. The childhood home that he never forgot, with every detail still intact. Even his room was well-maintained.

“Leonel,” his mother called, who had been there a while ago, watching in case her son wanted to end his swimming session, but he did not. He still dominated the pool, just as he used to. But this time, Agatha couldn’t wait much longer.

“Yes, Ma?” Leonel emerged from the pool’s edge, not entirely leaving the water because he still wanted to stay there. It was refreshing; he hadn’t done this activity in a long time. “What’s up?”

“Lunch is ready. Chris is also here to meet you, but Mama thinks having lunch first is better.”

Leonel blinked slowly. If Chris visited on his day off, something important must be discussed. He immediately left the poolside and hurriedly grabbed the towel hanging from the chair by the pool. His hair and body were completely wet. His steps were cautious but still somewhat rushed as he approached Chris.

“That boy!” Agatha muttered under her breath, but her smile remained. She was grateful that there were no disturbances from that serpent-like woman this weekend. Although Agatha had said that Ester could come here anytime, she wouldn’t stay silent. She would make Ester feel her anger without raising her voice. Whether it was disapproval because Ester took advantage of the situation with Leonel or whatever her motives were, Agatha didn’t care. If Ester came to this house, she would make her reconsider becoming a Grisham family member.

Meanwhile, Leonel, with water still dripping from his hair, headed towards the living room, where Chris and his father were engaged in conversation.

“Oh, my goodness. Are you still five years old?” Robby couldn’t help but marvel at Leonel.

“Ah.” Leonel chuckled to himself. “I can’t wait to meet you, Chris. Seriously. Sorry, Pa, wait for me a little longer, Chris.”

“Uncle Chris, Leonel!” Robby corrected loudly. He was sometimes annoyed with his son’s lack of respect towards Chris, who was a few years older than Leonel but treated as a friend.

Leonel glanced briefly and then directed his feet towards his room, preparing for a long conversation with Chris. He was sure their family lawyer knew what they were searching for. He was eager to discuss it with Chris.

It didn’t take long for Leonel to come back down and meet Chris, who was still engaged in a warm conversation with his father. “So? How is it?”

“Oh my goodness!” Robby felt like slapping Leonel’s head because of his impatience. “Didn’t your mother mention lunch?”

Leonel sighed softly but then laughed, especially when he locked eyes with Chris, who was laughing at his behavior.

“Be patient, young man.”

“Why are you acting like that in front of Papa, Chris?”

“Uncle Chris!” This time, Robby’s hand tapped Leonel’s shoulder a bit harder. “That’s disrespectful!”

“Papa, I’m used to calling Chris by that name. Besides, I feel more familiar and have a good working relationship and other things with him. Right, Chris?”

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“Enough, enough. Your quarrels won’t change Leonel’s eccentric behavior,” Agatha interrupted with a sarcastic sneer. “Forgive my son, Chris. Leonel needs some brainwashing to regain his sanity.”

“Mama,” Leonel complained.

“Alright. Let’s all have lunch. I’ve prepared a delicious lunch for you. It’s been a while since I’ve used the kitchen in this house.”

They all went to the dining room, where several attentive servants greeted them. The dishes Agatha usually made at home had a distinct Indonesian aroma. Coto Makassar was her choice this time, and it looked delicious and ready to be enjoyed together. The lunch atmosphere was filled with laughter and jokes, interspersed with business discussions, especially the developments at Mountain Pte. Leonel was grateful to move past the previous day’s strange news.

Robby expressed his opinions several times about the new policies being implemented by Mountain in collaboration with other parties.

However, the warmth didn’t last long as a figure appeared, causing Agatha to groan in annoyance.

“What does that woman want now?” Agatha asked, unable to hide her anger.

Seemingly shameless and unaffected by the glares directed at her, Ester walked in very casually. Behind her, Rio and Sofi walked with their heads down, cautiously observing their surroundings. They carried large paper bags on both sides.

“Am I interrupting? It’s not too late for lunch, right?” she asked, immediately approaching Leonel. Without any sense of boundaries, she quickly kissed Leonel’s cheek. She was highly annoyed because, since morning, she had yet to receive a single phone call or message in response to the ones she sent to Leonel’s phone. Usually, whenever Ester contacted him excitedly, Leonel would reply and respond.

But now?

Even just looking in her direction, Leonel seemed reluctant. It was so frustrating. To cover up her annoyance, Ester deliberately did that. It was evident from the annoyed groan she heard from Leonel. Did she stop? Of course not.

“How are you, darling?” Ester immediately pulled up a nearby chair and sat down, gazing at Leonel without hesitation. She even took a tissue to wipe the corner of Leonel’s mouth where some of the soup remained. “I missed you.”

Robby choked while Agatha became even more irritated. But because her husband’s condition was more critical, she quickly poured water to relieve his discomfort while Chris looked at Ester, shaking his head in surprise. To him, this woman was hazardous. She would do anything to achieve her goals. Chris wasn’t afraid of confronting Ester, but he had to be careful, considering her unpredictable actions.

Indeed. Chris already knew what had been hidden behind the news all this time. He couldn’t sleep because this had to be conveyed immediately, and he had taken the initial precautions in case they reencountered obstacles.

“Ester,” Leonel warned after pushing away her lingering hand. It wasn’t just discomfort; Leonel was embarrassed to be the center of attention like this. He didn’t expect Ester to behave like a cheap woman. He had loved Ester for a long time. He just directed his gaze at Ester. His loyalty, his trust, but everything had changed recently for some reason.

All that was in Leonel’s heart was frustration and many questions. Did he love this woman all this time?

“Why, Leonel?” Ester asked with a teasing tone. “I missed you, you know.” Then Ester shifted her body slightly. “Oh, by the way, Soffi and Rio, put all the food over there. I already told Mama Agatha that she didn’t need to bother cooking. Just exhausting herself.” Ester complained. “I purposely brought food made by my friend who’s a chef. I’ll bring more tomorrow, okay, Ma?” Ester looked at Agatha, who was still a little busy attending to her husband. “Mom, you don’t have to stress about cooking.”

“That’s enough, Ester,” Leonel cautioned. “If you want to disturb my lunch with my parents, you’d better stay outside. After we’re done, do whatever you want. I don’t care.”

Ester looked at Leonel with a sad gaze. “Are you… serious about saying this? Considering I had so much trouble having Chef Tia cook for me. Bringing it here.”

“Enough, Leonel,” Robby quickly interjected. “We understand. But we want to have a peaceful lunch. If you want to cause a scene, the exit is over there before I call security to this house.”

“Papa!” Ester exclaimed, not accepting it.

“I’m not your father.”

Ester glared sharply. “Fine. Uncle Robby Grisham. You’re kicking me out then.”

“You can interpret my words however you like.”

Ester clenched her fists. Her face had turned slightly purple, perhaps from frustration and anger. But she had already cut off her sense of shame. “I’m staying here.”

“Let us have a peaceful lunch, then,” Robby concluded swiftly.