Finally, Agnes spoke, reluctantly, "It's a fake marriage certificate I made just to calm him down. You knew how unstable Milan was when he first returned. He loved me so much he even threatened to commit suicide multiple times. I didn't want anyone to die."
I might have believed her if her eyes hadn't been darting around nervously.
Unfortunately for her, lying wasn't one of her strong suits.
She tried to wrap her arms around me to soften the blow, but I stepped back, avoiding her touch.
I shot her a cold, sarcastic look. "Do you really think I'm an idiot?"
Agnes looked at me pitifully, "You don't believe me?"
Milan, still pretending to be drunk, suddenly swung his fist at me. "Don't you dare be mean to my wife!"
I had no patience for his act. I kicked him aside, sending him flying. Agnes immediately rushed to his side, concern written all over her face, before turning to shout at me.
"Are you crazy!?"
Milan, a grown man, threw himself into Agnes' arms and started crying.
"Am I going to lose you again? It was my fault for leaving without a word twelve years ago, but I've never stopped loving you. When I heard you got married, I rushed back. I can't lose you. Please don't leave me."