Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Never See Her Again Raegan's heart skipped a beat at what she perceived as
the most beautiful sound on Earth.

She snatched the ID card from Mitchel's grasp and slapped it down on the table.
"We're here!" In that instant, Mitchel’s towering figure seemed to crumble.
Shortly after, the divorce certificates were placed before them.

Raegan calmly slid hers into her handbag.

Mitchel, on the other hand, stood as if lost in a fog.

His face turned a shade paler at the sight of the official document.

For the first time, he despised the walls that surrounded them.

Raegan took the divorce certificate for Mitchel and shoved it into his arms.
"Don't hold up the line.” The paper felt like fire against Mitchel's chest, burning far
deeper than the skin.

He remained rooted to the spot.

By the time he returned to his senses, Raegan had already gone out.

Mitchel hurried after her.

When he saw her getting into a taxi, he, in desperation, grabbed her hand.
Raegan jerked and tried to shake off his grip.

As it turned out, he had seized her injured right hand.

“Ouch! Let me go!" Raegan cried while glaring at him.

Pained by the coldness in her stare, Mitchel held her hand tighter and offered,
"Let me drive you home.” "No, thank you,"

Raegan refused without a second thought.

When the taxi driver saw the standoff, he picked up another passenger and
drove off.

Raegan was fuming.

Sadly, she was unable to break free from Mitchel's grasp, so she eventually
stopped struggling.

Mitchel mistook her calm for a sign of hope.

Though a glimmer of hope rose in his heart, he acted tough.

"Do you want me to carry you in my arms, or will you come along without a fuss?”
Raegan was too mad to say a word.

Before she could react, Mitchel had swept her up into his car and buckled her in.
However, she, quick as a flash, unbuckled the seat belt and lunged for the door.
Mitchel had seen through her and immediately locked the door from his side.
Seething, Raegan turned to him and demanded through gritted teeth, "Unlock the
door.” "T'll drive you home," Mitchel insisted.

"Didn't you hear me? I said, unlock the door!" Raegan, with her patience wearing
thin, took out her phone and dialed the police

right there.

"Raegan!" Mitchel reached out to stop her.

He never expected she would actually call the police on him.

With his face drained of color and his voice laced with sorrow, he relented.
"Fine.

But there's something I want to say to you first.

After that, you can do as you please.” Raegan just stared at him in response.
"Raegan, I only saved Lauren that day to pay off my debt.

She once saved my life, after all.

1 had no idea you'd get hurt.

If I had known, I never would have gone after her," Mitchel explained in a hoarse
voice.

Raegan remained expressionless. She was neither sad, touched, nor angry. "Are
you done? Can I go now?" Her words struck Mitchel like a thunderbolt, and pain
radiated through his chest.

"Do you really despise me so much you can't stand seeing me?" "What do you
think, Mitchel?” Raegan scoffed. "Every time I see you, I'm reminded of how you
left me in the parking lot to save another woman and how you ignored me when I
begged you to save my baby.” Raegan tried, with all her might, to keep her
emotions in check. She was through with him. She felt neither love nor
resentment toward him. Just nothing. Mitchel's face went as white as a sheet at
her every word. Moreover, he felt as if a sharp blade was lodged in his chest,
rendering him breathless. Though he had agreed to get a divorce because she
threatened him with her life, he did not know how to face her for now. As she
prepared to exit the car, Raegan looked at his pale face and said with a faint
smile, "Take care. Let this be our last goodbye.” Her smile was sincere and not
forced. It was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She felt no need
for drawn-out goodbyes. After all, she wanted nothing but for their paths never to
cross again. To her disappointment, she might see Mitchel again. The terms of
their divorce required discretion to keep it from Kyler. As long as Kyler wanted to
see her, she would pay him a visit. It was inevitable for her and Mitchel to see
each other, even if she tried her best to avoid him.

Meanwhile, Mitchel was left grappling with his emotions. The smile Raegan wore
was unbearable to him. It was a silent reminder of all he had lost. As he watched
her receding figure, a bitter taste filled his mouth. But then, slowly, darkness
overtook his sight. Before he knew it, he slumped over in the car, unconscious.
But before he lost consciousness, he saw Raegan look back at him. Mitchel was
somehow relieved. At last, she had cast a glance his way.

But the truth was, Raegan did not turn around.

It was just his imagination.

When Mitchel's eyes fluttered open, he found himself staring at the white ceiling
of a hospital room.

Matteo had brought him here.

Mitchel had not slept for days.

With exhaustion taking its toll on him and his surge of anger, he vomited blood
and passed out.

"Has she come by?" Mitchel asked.

The first thing he thought of when he woke up was Raegan.

Of course, Matteo knew very well who Mitchel was talking about.

He could not help but be flustered as Mitchel stared at him expectantly.
Regardless, he had no choice but to speak the truth.

"No, Mr. Dixon.” "But did you tell her I'm here?" Mitchel queried with a flicker of
hope in his eyes. "Yes, I've called her.” "And what did she say?” Matteo recalled
what Raegan had said and recounted it to Mitchel verbatim. "She said, “Isn't he in
the hospital? Why call me? I'm not a doctor. You'd be better off calling Luis. And,
Mitchel and I are divorced. There's no need to update me on his condition."
Matteo reported everything to Mitchel without sparing any details. After a long,
deafening silence, Mitchel bellowed, “Leave!” The door clicked shut behind
Matteo, but the sounds of distress from

within the room reached him nonetheless. He sighed deeply and mused on the
perils of love. From what he had witnessed, he vowed to avoid marriage himself.
Meanwhile, after returning to her house in Crystal Bay, Raegan did not go out for
a whole week. The hospital had not been a place of rest for her. But now that the
divorce was over and she was in her own space, she surrendered to sleep. She
indulged in a carefree lifestyle, eating just once a day, and spent most of the past
three days sleeping. As the days slipped by, Raegan turned her attention to
unresolved matters. She reached out to Cara and informed the latter she could
no longer work for her studio. Cara tried to persuade Raegan to reconsider.
Raegan, however, remained steadfast.

It was not that she did not want to, but because she figured it was impractical for
her to work, given her injured nght hand.

Her hand's recovery remained a question mark.

A designer was supposed to pour time and energy into her crafts.

Sadly, her right hand might just fall short of what the job demanded.

Upon learning of Raegan’s injured hand, Cara expressed her understanding and
assured Raegan that the door would always

remain open for her.

In the following days, Raegan, unwilling to be idle, began searching for jobs
online.

She narrowed her options to two potential paths: a translation service and a
renowned educational institution.

Both fields seemed accessible to her in her current condition.

Upon hearing of Raegan's divorce, Nicole reached out.

Nicole expressed her frustration of being previously barred from visiting Raegan
by Mitchel's overzealous bodyguards.

Once Nicole learned from a doctor acquainted with her that Raegan had been
discharged, she called Raegan at once.

Raegan said she wanted to just stay home and take a rest.

Nevertheless, a week later, Nicole arrived at her doorstep, determined to whisk
Raegan away to celebrate.

The celebration venue was, of course, in the bar.

Nicole indulged in her usual fare.

Raegan, feeling more like herself again, joined in with a selection of cocktails.
Several drinks deep, Nicole's emotions spilled over.

She clung to Raegan and cried, "How could you even think of jumping off a
building for that jerk? He's not worth your life!” When

Nicole recalled the doctor's alarming update, she felt her heart lurch with fear.
To ease Nicole's distress, Raegan shared the truth.

"I didn't intend to jump.

It was just the quickest route to divorce I could think of.

I figured if Mitchel didn't relent, I'd find another way.

Thankfully, he gave in to the divorce without it coming to that.” "Really?" Nicole,
with her eyes wide open, continued to complain,

"Do you realize how terrified I was when the doctor told me you were about to
jump? You scared the shit out of me." "Don’t worry.

I won't do anything stupid.

He's not worth it,” Raegan assured her.

Nicole's response was a mix of relief and admiration.

She wrapped Raegan in a warm embrace and said, "I've always known you're
strong.

You're not the type to let a man like that drag you down.” “Of course not.

I made a promise to my grandma to live well, and I won't let myself suffer for
someone else's mistakes.

So you don't need to worry.

I'll look after myself.

I won't give a damn about him from now on." Their moment of solidarity was
broken by a sneering voice from behind.

"Oh, the tales women spin.” Upon hearing the voice, Nicole's face turned as
white as a sheet.

She turned around and saw Jarrod.

Next to Jarrod was Mitchel.

Jarrod smirked and said with scorn, "Well, here's the woman you've been
brooding over.

It seems she's so indifferent to you."