Her words made me sad, and I mumbled, "I know, sweetheart. Now go to school."
My daughter's words must have been relayed to Steve by the driver.
A few days later, Steve forbade me from taking the twins to school, claiming I needed to calm down due to my poor mental state.
The twins were sent to the house of Steve's parents and looked after by the housekeeper.
I was practically under house arrest, unable to go anywhere.
I didn't protest or make a scene, just packing my belongings.
I told Steve, "If you don't agree to the divorce, I'll file for it."
Steve, feeling his authority challenged, smashed a priceless vase and roared at me, "Go ahead! Let's see whose side the judge takes!"
The Sanchez family was wealthy and influential, while I was all alone.
The outcome seemed obvious.
"No matter how rich you are, the judge still follows the law," I said.
Steve clenched his fists, veins bulging, "Nancy Foster, don't push your luck. Or there will be consequences."
I stood up, still calm. "Fine, either you agree to the divorce, or you kill me."
It was said that when one discovered a cockroach, there was actually a whole nest of them.
I believed the same principle applied to cheating.