He turned to me with a sigh, saying, “Sophia, don’t take your anger out on others because of what happened between us. You just recovered from an accident. Please stop making a scene!”
Martin wept more than ever. It caused everyone else to turn their anger toward me.
My father’s face turned red with fury as his voice turned hoarse when he grabbed my hand, shouting, “Listen to me! Stop causing more trouble! Just end things with your lover and live a good life with Martin. That’s what matters most!”
“You already have a child together. If you still dare to get a divorce, don’t blame me for breaking your legs!”
I stayed cold and expressionless.
“This marriage has to end,” I said firmly, turning to leave.
My father’s voice exploded behind me, shouting, “If you dare to divorce Martin, I’ll cut you off as my daughter!”
Meanwhile, Martin didn’t try to stop me. Instead, he shouted, “Sophia, if you’re leaving, don’t expect a single penny! I’ll throw you out with nothing!”
“Since you’ve found someone else and want to abandon me, don’t blame me for being cruel!”
Soon enough, I filed for divorce immediately and submitted the videos I’d secretly recorded at Wendy’s house as evidence.