“This was your husband’s suggestion.” Her eyes were cold. “He said you feel guilty and are willing to take responsibility. Sign it. The company is already being lenient.”
My hand shook as I gripped the pen. Daniel—he wanted to destroy even my job.
After signing, I dragged myself home. In the living room, Daniel sat beside Chloe’s bed, reading poetry aloud, his voice sickeningly tender.
“Daniel, your voice is so beautiful,” Chloe whispered with a weak smile.
I threw the agreement on the coffee table. “Satisfied now?”
Without even looking up, Daniel said, “Just sign it. Otherwise, if you lose your job, how will you support us?”
“Support us?” My voice trembled. “Daniel, we’re husband and wife!”
“So what?” He finally lifted his eyes, full of impatience. “You owe Chloe. You should repay her.”
Suddenly, Chloe coughed, pointing at the wedding photo on the coffee table.
“Daniel, that frame is so ugly. Just looking at it makes me uncomfortable.”
She deliberately knocked it to the ground. The glass shattered.
“Oh no, I didn’t mean to.”
Feigning innocence, she added, “Daniel, replace it with one of my portraits. It’ll look much better.”