Owen stormed off without another word.
The moment he disappeared, Julia looked at me smugly. “Still don’t see your place, Sheryl? Owen doesn’t love you. Why cling to a man who never will? Isn’t this kind of life exhausting?”
I pulled out the bloodstained divorce agreement.
“You’re right. That’s why I’m leaving.”
“This position—I'll leave it to you.”
“As long as you can get his signature, I’ll disappear from your lives forever.”
Suspicion flickered in Julia’s eyes, but greed quickly clouded her judgment.
“Deal.”
That entire day, Owen stayed by Julia’s side in the hospital, helping her clean and dress her wound.
Meanwhile, I returned to the house and threw out everything that still tied me to this place.
At 10 p.m., I received a courier delivery from Julia.
Inside was the signed divorce agreement—Owen’s name was right there.
It seemed he had no idea.
At that very moment, Julia’s latest social media post showed Owen treating her to a candlelit dinner.
Suddenly, blood dripped onto my phone screen.
Pain surged through my body like a tidal wave.
That night, I contacted a lawyer and began processing all my remaining assets.
I transferred every share I owned back to my parents in the Myers family.