Chapter 4 - My Husband Came to the Mansion Begging for Forgiveness—But He Didn't Know I Had Already Filed for DivorceMark arrived at noon.
He stood outside the gate holding flowers.
I almost laughed.
He looked pathetic.
“I want to see you.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“Sarah, I made a mistake.”
“A mistake is forgetting an anniversary.”
He lowered his head.
“I should have defended your mother.”
“You should have protected her.”
“I was scared of my mother.”
“That isn't an excuse.”
“I know.”
“You watched her suffer.”
“I know.”
“You said nothing.”
“I know.”
I looked at him.
“Then why are you here?”
He hesitated.
“Because I don't want to lose you.”
I almost believed him.
Then I noticed his eyes.
They weren't looking at me.
They were looking at the mansion.
“You don't want to lose me.”
“No.”
“You want to lose access to my money.”
His face hardened.
“That isn't fair.”
I laughed.
“Neither was watching my mother cook while she was sick.”
He turned away.
Then I said:
“I filed for divorce this morning.”
He froze.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Sarah, wait.”
“No.”
“I can change.”
“You already showed me who you are.”
He started crying.
I didn't.
I had cried enough.
Then he said:
“Your mother will destroy this family.”
I stared at him.
“No.”
“You're choosing her over me.”
“She never made me choose.”
He looked at the gate.
I walked inside.
Behind me, he shouted:
“You'll regret this!”
I turned once.
May you like
“No.”
“I regret not seeing the truth sooner.”
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