He glared at me impatiently. “Stop confusing me with your nonsense. It's your mom that had died, not mine. How long are you going to keep this up? Just leave. You’re embarrassing me here. I’m not divorcing you!”
Just then, Brielle, who had been enjoying the show, suddenly wiped away nonexistent tears and sniffled pitifully.
“Aria, I know I bought my driver’s license and my driving skills are terrible,” she said, voice trembling, “but that accident really wasn’t my fault! You’re only filing for divorce now to threaten Caleb to make him send me to prison, aren’t you?”
She looked so fragile and wronged that anyone who didn’t know better might’ve believed her.
And that included Caleb. He pulled her into his arms protectively and cooed, “Brielle, don’t cry. As long as I’m here, you’ll never go to prison.”
Then he turned on me, fury burning in his eyes. “Aria, Brielle’s just a kid. Do you really have to treat her like this? You think waving around a divorce agreement will make me stop defending her? Dream on! Your mother’s death was her own fault. You’re not getting a single cent in compensation, and if you dare touch a hair on Brielle’s head, expect the worst!”