“You go meet your husband and apologize to him right this instance! Or don’t bother calling me 'mother' ever again!”
My mother pinched the soft flesh at my waist so hard.
“If it weren’t for your husband, we wouldn’t be living like this! You ungrateful little brat! You’ve got no shame!”
Everyone in the family kept pressuring me to apologize to Alric, to beg for his forgiveness. But I stood there.
“I want a divorce. And no one’s going to talk me out of it,” I said with resolve.
My mother’s face turned black with rage. She raised her hand again, ready to hit me.
This time, I was ready. So, I stepped back and got out of her reach.
My younger brother Caelan frowned and crossed his arms. “And where do you think you're going to live after the divorce? This house is mine now—Mom and Dad already promised it as my future wedding home.”
My father chimed in, “You’ve only had a good life because of Alric. Once you leave him, where are you going to go? Planning to sleep on the streets?”
I laughed bitterly, taking two steps back. “Oh, don’t worry! I won’t be your problem.”
They just stood there, stunned, as I walked out of the house.