She wept like she had been the one cut open and left barren.
Alric, filled with pity, pulled her into his arms. “I know. We grew up together. You’ve always cared about others. You didn’t know your assistant would mess up. It’s not your fault.”
I let out a sarcastic scoff and threw down the divorce papers I’d printed days ago.
“Sign it. Save the sob story for when I'm not around. I’m not interested.”
Alric froze. The moment his eyes landed on the papers, his face darkened—twice over.
“When did you even print this? Don’t tell me you had these ready the second Fina came back? You really couldn’t tolerate her for even a second?”
I glanced at the two of them who were still holding each other like nothing had happened.
I smiled bitterly. “No. It’s not me who couldn’t tolerate her. It’s you two who couldn’t tolerate me. Who am I to reject anyone when I was already being pushed out?”
I swept my gaze around the room, looking at every piece of furniture. “This house—everything in it is decorated to her taste. Why didn’t you just let her move in as the lady of the house?”
Smack!
The sound of Alric’s slap cracked through the room.