"If you care so much about that mistress, why not just divorce me? You could stay with her all day and wouldn't have to juggle both sides."
"Jealous shrew!"
At my words, calling Megan a mistress, Crowley nearly raised a hand against me.
He glared at me with disgust.
"I don't have time for your nonsense. Think carefully. Without me, would you have this happy life? Fine, divorce it is, but don't even think about getting the house, the savings, or Avalynn. No man would take in an old, divorced woman like you!"
I never cared about the money. All I ever cared about was Avalynn and Crowley.
But now, Avalynn was gone.
And Crowley was no longer worth holding onto.
There was nothing left in this home for me to cherish.
Seeing that I wasn't responding, Crowley angrily kicked the food containers scattered on the floor, grabbed his coat, and stormed out without looking back.
He knew I loved him deeply, which is why he always hurt me so recklessly.
Every time we fought, I would always swallow my pride, apologize, and beg for his forgiveness.
But not this time.
I picked up the divorce papers stained with greasy food and signed my name.
After that, I held Avalynn's ashes and left that house for good.