Instead, I announced I was divorcing her.
To them, I was no longer a man. Not even an animal.
Under the furious glares of the Miller family, I coldly told Sarah, “The divorce will be handled entirely by my lawyer.”
“Ah!”
Sarah screamed shrilly, sweeping everything off the coffee table onto the floor before storming into the bedroom.
She smashed our wedding photo, along with the makeup I had once gifted her.
I just stood there calmly, watching her break down.
“My poor daughter…”
Linda Miller rushed forward to embrace Sarah, tears streaming like a river.
Sarah struggled violently, her features twisted, her eyes wild.
Linda tried to restrain her, but Sarah was too strong. She shoved Linda to the ground and even grabbed a chair, ready to smash it down on her.
Gasps filled the room as relatives scrambled to intervene.
“Daughter, that’s your mother!” Robert roared.
Sarah froze for a second—then bang! The chair came crashing down on Linda’s body.
Linda writhed in agony on the floor, screaming.
But Sarah, completely out of her mind, kicked her mother several more times until Robert rushed over and restrained her.
“Mom!” Jason Miller hurried to help Linda up.