So when Harold told me she’d be staying by his side from now on, I wasn’t surprised.
But I never expected that he wouldn’t divorce me. Instead, Ashley would move in, and the three of us would live together. I laughed out of sheer disbelief.
"I don't have such poor taste," I said.
Harold’s voice turned icy. "Sara, this family isn’t for you to control."
Of course, he was right. I was raised by the Gray family, and if it hadn’t been for the engagement arranged when we were children, I wouldn’t have been standing here now, in front of Harold. Over the years, the Walter family had fallen into decline, and the Gray family had more than kept their promise. I was supposed to be grateful—to behave properly.
So, I smiled and nodded. "Then what more is expected of me?"
Harold suddenly smashed the vase next to him, sending shards flying across the floor. "Why are you being so sarcastic? I made it clear when I married you—it was just to deal with my older brother."
"For three years, you’ve shamelessly clung to me, never once thinking of leaving. Isn’t it only fair that you step aside now that I’ve found someone?"
So, that was it. They wanted me to move out and give them the space to be together.