Once the certificate was restored as best as I could manage, I placed it on the living room table, alongside the divorce agreement I had prepared long ago. But I wouldn't let him walk away unscathed. I wouldn't let him believe he could manipulate and deceive without consequence.
“I won't let you go away with this, Lucian Robinson,” I whispered to the empty room,
This marriage had been my wishful thinking all along.
My father was a driver for the Robinson family, but he died in a car accident while trying to save Lucian's father. His last wish was for me to marry into a good family. When Mr. Robinson heard this request, he immediately agreed to arrange my marriage to Lucian in a fit of enthusiasm. He paid no attention to the fact that Lucian already had someone he deeply loved at the time.
And so, I married him. I knew that he had had a lover, and so did my mom. But I loved Lucian too much, and my mother wanted nothing more than for me to be happy. She thought, even if Lucian didn't love me, I wouldn't have to suffer by relying on the wealth of the Robinson family. So, as compensation for my marriage to Lucian, my mother always treated him well.