He then gestured to the empty urine bag attached to my side. “What’s the deal with this? Trying to gain pity? You really think I’m the same fool who used to believe your lies?”
Afterward, Hadden stormed toward me and unleashed his fury without holding back.
“Hadden, why are you being so harsh to Nydia?” Cynthia said weakly, stopping Hadden. “I’ve already let it go. Why can’t you?”
“Cynthia, you’re too kind. Look at you—you’re still taking all those antibiotics!”
“I’m fine,” Cynthia said but then coughed afterward.
“See?!” His voice rose, his anger instantly redirected. In a fit of frustration, he kicked my wheelchair hard enough to nearly topple it.
“Let me tell you something, Nydia,” he spat. “If you weren’t pregnant, I’d have no problem kicking your insides out.”
I clung to the wall to steady myself, managing to keep the wheelchair from completely flipping over.
“Hadden,” I said, my voice cold and calm. “Let’s get a divorce.”
“Oh, playing hard to get now?” Hadden smirked, his eyes narrowing. “What, you think I’m afraid of you asking for a divorce? You really think I’m still that idiot who followed you around like a lovesick puppy?”