The hypocrisy was suffocating. Caroline demanded the divorce, yet they attacked me as if I were the villain.
The apple didn't fall far from the tree. Arrogance ran in this family's blood.
Caroline lunged forward and snatched the papers from my hand.
"Let's go. To the courthouse." Her voice was sharp. "If we're late, the clerks will be off work."
In such a rush to be rid of me.
A cold chill settled in my chest. My sincerity, my loyalty, five years of devotion—I'd fed it all to the dogs.
What was this marriage? Just a pile of wreckage.
I turned and followed Caroline toward the door.
A hand clamped down on my arm. My father-in-law yanked me back, eyes bulging with greed.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," he hissed. "You're in your thirties. Divorce my daughter, and you'll be worthless trash. Even stray dogs won't want you."
His grip tightened, voice dropping. "If you know what's good for you, get on your knees. I'll put in a word for you. And if that doesn't work—hand over your parents' pension fund. That might show Caroline you're sincere."
A glint of avarice flashed in his eyes. "Oh, and their old house? Transfer the deed to my daughter. Do that, and maybe she'll let you stay."