His face was contorted with rage. That face I'd known for ten years was now so grotesque I didn't recognize it.
Even the surrounding police officers started urging me, "Just sign it already, it's a matter of life and death."
"Everyone knows you're wronged, but the most important thing is to calm her down first, after all, she's pregnant."
Someone even picked up the divorce papers and handed them to me. I took the paper and pen, glanced around and saw everyone waiting expectantly for me to sign. I felt a huge weight pressing on my heart. Was her pregnancy a reason for her to bully me and divorce? But meeting Caleb's murderous gaze, I knew I had to give in to her.
After signing, I spoke hoarsely, "Is this alright now?"
Caleb opened his mouth, hesitated and finally uttered, "Why bother..."
He was the one who forced me to sign, so why was he the one feeling wronged afterward?
I slammed the paper into his arms, utterly exhausted. "Take your mistress and get out."
As I turned to leave, I heard Michele's accusatory voice behind me, "Miss Patricia, you still resent me, don't you?"