No wedding. No rings. Our parents hadn’t even formally met.
Over the years, every time he needed my support, he dangled the word wedding in front of me like bait.
And damn, I always believed him.
Even now, knowing he was divorcing me for Carmilla, when he used that familiar, practiced tactic, my chest still ached.
I blinked, forcing the bitterness down. As I handed the document back, I couldn’t stop myself from adding, “If… we got divorced—”
I didn’t even finish before he cut me off, righteous and firm.
“How could we get divorced?”
His tone was absolute. “This family can’t function without you. Neither I nor our daughter can live without you.”
“You’re the backbone of this household. Don’t overthink things.”
He sounded so certain.
Yet his words and his actions couldn’t have been more opposite.
Before I could speak again, I noticed the smile he couldn’t quite suppress.
He thought he could trick me into signing the divorce papers and leaving me with nothing.
But soon, he'll understand what it feels like to lose everything.
As if realizing something, he coughed and forced himself back into composure.
“Alright. Get some rest. I’m going to step out and make a call.”