"Three days from now, I'm marrying Samuel." Her voice was ice. "From that moment on, I'll be Mrs. Finch. As for our marriage? You won't breathe a word of it to anyone. If you do... we won't let you off lightly."
A bitter, self-deprecating laugh bubbled up in my throat.
So, the wife I had cherished above all else had been unfaithful long before today. I was the only one kept in the dark.
And yet, a pathetic part of me refused to accept it. Could three years of marriage really vanish into thin air?
Desperation clawed at my pride. I reached out, grabbing Delia's ankle. "Delia, please," I begged, my voice cracking. "Don't leave me. If you admit you're wrong right now... if you just apologize... I can pretend none of this happened. Okay?"
"Hahaha!"
Delia laughed so hard she nearly lost her balance. She shook her leg free and kicked me in the face.
"Look at you. Pathetic." She sneered. "Thank god we kept our marriage a secret. If people knew I had a trash husband like you—no, an ex-husband—where would I put my face? I'd be the joke of Harbor City."
"Kid, accept your fate," Samuel jeered. "You aren't worthy of her."
He pulled Delia into his arms, his hand sliding possessively around her waist.