"Dad, Mom, let him kneel if he wants to. Even if he jumps into the river and begs me to come back, this marriage is over," I said it coldly.
My parents sighed, but they didn’t argue.
My parents witnessed me growing up, I was stubborn as hell. Once I had set my mind on something, not even a team of wild horses could drag me back.
The same thing happened when I decided to marry David. This time, my decision to divorce him wouldn't be any different.
Mom was terrified I’d suffer after the divorce, she wiped away tears she couldn't hold back. I stared at my parents' faces, lined with age. Weariness was clear in their eyes—and that made my heart ached more.
In my past life, my parents went mad trying to uncover the truth after my death. It wasn’t that long when they, too, were gone—killed in a car crash just like that.
The entire Brassie family was wiped out in a matter of months. The company, the family fortune—hundreds of millions—ended up in David’s hands.
He put on a show of mourning, acting like a grieving widower. Behind closed doors, however, his mistress was already pregnant and he had the audacity to move her into my house, sleeping in my bed.
The thought of it made my fists clench.