Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts-Chapter 24 - Twenty Four

Camilla took a deep breath. Her chin trembled. She looked down at Damon’s dark, serious face.

"Please don’t sign the divorce agreement," Camilla said out loud. Her voice was shaking and full of fake sorrow. She let out a loud, pathetic sob. "I don’t want to divorce you."

Isabel looked completely confused. Her eyebrows pulled together. She stared at Camilla. She did not understand what was happening. Why was Lady Camilla holding the papers? Why was she crying and begging if she brought the papers herself?

Camilla did not waste any time. She leaned forward. She practically dropped the stack of papers directly onto Damon’s lap. The papers landed right on top of his dark red shirt and the edge of his wool blankets.

Damon looked down at the papers. Then, he looked up at his wife. He did not say a word. He just watched her carefully.

Camilla quickly turned around. She rushed over to the small, round wooden table beside the bed. She grabbed the glass inkwell and the long white feather quill that Kade had left there earlier.

She hurried back to the bed. She dipped the sharp tip of the white feather into the dark black ink. She made sure there was plenty of ink on the tip.

Then, she reached out and grabbed Damon’s large, calloused right hand.

Damon flinched slightly at her touch, but he did not pull his hand away. He was too curious to see what she was going to do next.

Camilla forcefully pushed the white feather quill directly into his fingers. She wrapped his large fingers around the thin quill. She held his hand in place, holding it directly over the blank signature line at the bottom of the divorce agreement.

"I will listen to you from now on," Camilla cried out loud, sniffing heavily. Her tears fell onto the white paper, making small wet spots. "Please don’t leave me. Don’t listen to the terrible slanders against me. I am your loyal wife! I would never do anything to hurt you!"

Isabel stood at the foot of the bed. At first, she was very angry that Camilla was touching the General. But then, Isabel looked closer. She saw the large red wax seal on the papers. She saw the title written at the top. She realized they were divorce papers.

A slow, wicked smile began to spread across Isabel’s face. Her confusion completely vanished.

"Finally," Isabel thought to herself, her eyes shining with pure joy. "She brought the papers herself. This is perfect. She is getting out of the way. The General is going to sign them right now, and I will be the next Lady of this house."

Camilla kept her small hands wrapped around Damon’s large hand. She kept pushing his hand closer and closer to the blank line.

"Don’t do it," Camilla continued to plead out loud. Her voice was incredibly dramatic. "Please, My Lord. I beg of you. Do not sign it."

But inside her head, a completely different conversation was happening.

"Sign it!" Camilla screamed inside her mind. Her internal voice was loud, forceful, and totally impatient. "Write your name right now! Do not hesitate! Put the ink on the paper, it’s not that hard! I need to pack my bags!"

Damon sat against the wooden headboard. He held the feather quill. He felt her small, soft hands pressing his hand downward. He listened to her crying voice begging him to stop. And he listened to her loud, internal voice screaming at him to sign.

Damon’s eyes narrowed. He looked at her tear-stained face.

"She is eager to leave me," Damon thought to himself. A strange, heavy feeling settled in his chest. It was a mix of deep annoyance and wounded pride. "She is literally forcing the pen into my hand. She is staging this entire crying performance just to make sure I sign the paper today. She wants to run away with my gold and leave me here."

Camilla pushed his hand down until the wet tip of the feather quill actually touched the thick white paper. She placed his hand perfectly on the blank space that needed his name.

"Please, no," Camilla whispered out loud, squeezing her eyes shut as if she could not bear to watch.

"Do it, do it, do it," she chanted inside her head like an excited cheerleader.

Damon looked at the quill. He looked at Isabel, who was smiling eagerly at the foot of the bed. He looked at Camilla, who was holding his hand. He hated being manipulated. He hated that Isabel was standing there, smirking. And he especially hated that his own wife thought he was a foolish man she could easily trick.

Damon’s jaw tightened. A cold, dangerous light flashed in his dark eyes.

"Fine!" Damon replied out loud. His deep voice boomed in the quiet bedroom. It was a sharp, angry sound.

He tightened his grip on the feather quill. He pulled his hand away from Camilla’s grasp. He pressed the pen hard against the paper. With quick, strong movements, he wrote his name.

Damon Benson. The black ink was thick and bold. The signature was perfect.

Isabel almost clapped her hands together. Her smile was so wide it almost hurt her cheeks. She stood eagerly on her toes, watching Damon write his name. She felt a rush of absolute victory. "Yes!" Isabel thought to herself. "She is finally gone! The General is free!"

Camilla saw the signature. She saw the black ink sitting on the blank line.

She immediately let go of his hand. She stood up straight. She covered her face with both of her hands and increased her tears. She let out a loud, dramatic wail of sorrow.

She turned her body away from the bed. She faced the nearest stone wall, putting her back to Damon and Isabel. Her shoulders shook up and down as if she were completely broken by grief.

But behind her hands, her face held a massive, brilliant smile.

She pulled her right hand away from her face and quickly pumped her fist in the air. She did a small, silent victory dance facing the wall.

"Yes!" Camilla whispered to herself softly, making sure no one could hear her real voice.

Her mind exploded with pure happiness.

"Maldives, here I come!" she thought to herself wildly. "White sand! Blue water! Cold drinks! Good looking men feeding me fresh fruits! I am finally free from this dusty old book! Goodbye, General! Goodbye, crazy pink chihuahua! I am going on vacation!"

She was so happy she almost started laughing out loud. Her plan had worked perfectly. She had annoyed him, manipulated the situation, and secured her freedom.

But Camilla’s happiness was very short-lived.

The bedroom was quiet for one single second.

And then, a sound cut through the air.

Riiiiiiip.

It was a loud, sharp sound. It was the sound of thick paper tearing in half.

Camilla completely froze. Her fist stopped mid-air. Her massive smile instantly vanished. Her heart skipped a very large beat.

Rip. Rip.

The sound came again. The paper was splitting into two pieces. Then four pieces.

Camilla slowly turned her head. She lowered her hands from her face. She turned her body back toward the large wooden bed. Her eyes were wide with pure shock.

Damon was sitting calmly against his pillows. He held the thick divorce papers in his strong hands. He had signed his name perfectly. But now, he was systematically and calmly destroying the document.

He tore the thick pages down the middle. Then he placed the pieces together and tore them again. His large hands easily ripped through the heavy paper. He tore them into a thousand tiny, useless pieces.

When he was finished, he opened his hands. A shower of small, white paper pieces fell like snow onto his dark red shirt and the heavy wool blankets. The red wax seal was broken into tiny red crumbs.

The divorce agreement was completely gone.

Isabel’s bright, wicked smile completely fell off her face. Her happiness faded in an instant. Her mouth dropped open. She became incredibly sad and deeply confused. She took a step forward, staring at the torn paper pieces on the bed.

"My... My Lord?" Isabel asked softly, her voice trembling. "What are you doing? You signed it."

Damon did not look at Isabel. His eyes were locked entirely onto Camilla. He saw the absolute horror and shock written all over his wife’s pale face.

Damon leaned back against the headboard. He dusted a small piece of white paper off his chest. He looked completely relaxed and completely in control.

"This marriage will not be dissolved for the time being," Damon announced out loud. His deep voice was smooth and calm. It echoed clearly in the large room.

He looked directly into Camilla’s wide eyes. The corner of his mouth twitched, forming a very small, very smug smirk.

"Since you begged so earnestly," Damon continued, his voice dripping with fake sweetness and hidden mockery. "Since you cried so many tears and held the pen in my hand to stop me... I have decided to listen to my loving wife."

He rested his hands on his lap, right on top of the shredded papers.

"I would like to give our union another chance," Damon declared firmly. "We will not divorce. You will stay here, as my wife and the lady of this house."