To his family, Gerald was always seen as a well-mannered, good son. He was praised for respecting elders, loving the young and being gentle and courteous.
Yet, when he assaulted me, that facade shattered, leaving only a face twisted in rage.
"Reconciliation is possible, but he must divorce me!" My words left the hospital room in complete silence.
"Since he already has another woman, why not let him have her?" I was speaking not only to myself, but also to Gerald's family, relatives and friends.
One of Gerald's closest friends was Jonah Smith. His family ran a real estate business and he had loved martial arts novels since childhood, fascinated by tales of justice and vengeance.
After his father passed away due to illness, his mother, Sandra, took over the business.
From what I remembered, Jonah's mother, Sandra, was a charming woman in her fifties, still exuding elegance. She had always looked down on my humble family background.
When she found out about my relationship with Gerald, she vehemently opposed it. During my wedding, she even publicly humiliated my family, tearing us apart in front of everyone.