I pushed the cake in front of her. "Blow out the candles, and your wishes will definitely come true."
Suddenly, the door to the hospital room flew open. Paul stood there, his voice hard and cold as he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room. The cake toppled over, but he couldn’t care less.
"Beatrix fainted on her way here after rushing to make a cake for Adeline. Go take care of Harith," he ordered.
I shook his hand off, unable to hold back anymore. "Did I force her to do that? Did I make her come here? She should be responsible for her own actions!"
"Today is Adeline's birthday! No one asked for her hypocritical cake. If she had died in a car accident on the way here, would you have blamed me and asked me to pay her back with my life?”
Paul’s expression turned icy. “Alice, how did you become so cold-blooded? Do you regret marrying me?”
I laughed bitterly, a cruel idea flashing through my mind. "Then let’s end this. We’ll get a divorce, you can marry Beatrix, and we can call it even for her so-called life-saving debt. Just beg her to let me go from now on, okay?"
He grabbed my chin roughly, his voice like ice. “Take it back. Don’t even think about divorce.”