I flung the divorce papers at him, fully prepared for him to tear them apart like before.
But I had already anticipated that I had another copy waiting.
"I'm not the one making a scene. If you refuse to sign, then you're the one dragging this out."
Nathaniel’s eyes darkened with fury. "Don't play these games with me; I’m not an idiot."
"If you really wanted to leave, you would have done so long ago."
He turned to go, but just as he reached the door, he paused, throwing a glance over his shoulder, his eyes filled with cold amusement as if he were looking at a pair of beggars.
"Oh, right. If I remember correctly, your mother has a weak heart, doesn’t she?"
"What do you think would happen if she saw Ophelia and me being affectionate? Would she be so shocked she drops dead on the spot?"
I snapped my head up, locking eyes with Nathaniel. He stood there, grinning from ear to ear, his delight unmistakable.
At that moment, I saw him for what he truly was: shameless and cruel to the core.
I had once believed that marrying him would bring me happiness, only to find myself sinking into an abyss of despair.
My daughter clung to me, her small body trembling as she sobbed.