Her eyes widened, full of fake innocence, as she rushed toward me. I instinctively stepped aside when she tried to get close. Even though I looked fine on the outside, I was still fragile inside, supported by steel plates and pins.
The doctors had warned me repeatedly not to stress my body before it fully healed, as I could cause permanent damage. I couldn’t risk her “weak” jump on me.
During my hospital stay, even though my parents, brother, and husband hadn’t visited me, Julianne had come often. She knew my condition better than anyone.
“Millie, do you really hate me that much?” Julianne asked, her eyes filling with tears as she collapsed on the floor. Her face was pitiful, as if she were begging for sympathy.
Irvin’s expression grew darker, the anger in his eyes only deepening. “Millie, if you’re not here to apologize to Lianne, then leave! Don’t ever show up in front of me again!”
His voice was icy, cutting through the tension in the room. His presence and authority made his words hit harder, like they were squeezing the air out of the room.
Was this really happening? I didn’t have to apologize, and I wouldn’t have to see him again?
Raising my gaze, I smiled and said, “Well, lucky for me, I’m not here to apologize. I’ll leave now.”
With that, I turned and walked away, not caring about the sudden silence that fell over the room. Unfortunately, I had barely taken a step when someone grabbed my arm roughly. The sharp pain shot through me, and I broke out in a cold sweat.
Irvin snapped, “Emilia, do you even know what you’re saying? There’s a limit to how much you can act out!”
I looked at him, stunned. After everything, he still thought I was just making a scene. I didn’t know if he was clueless or just plain stubborn.
“If you think I’m making a scene, want to test it?” I challenged.
“Test what?” Irvin dropped his voice, sensing that what I was about to say wasn’t something he wanted to hear.
I looked him dead in the eye, my tone genuine. “Let’s get a divorce, and then tell me if I’m still just acting out.”
The moment the words left my mouth, the room went silent. Everyone stared at me in shock, as if I had just turned into some sort of alien. After all, the old me would never have said something like that, not even in a million years.
The silence stretched on, then quickly turned into mocking laughter.
“Emilia, if you really say that, Irvin might actually divorce you!” one of them said.
Another chimed in, “When you go to the courthouse, don’t cry and beg him to take you back!”
“Irvin, don’t put up with her anymore—just divorce her!”
“Yeah, Irvin, divorce her! She doesn’t deserve you. There are plenty of women out there who are a hundred times better than her. She’s just trash and not even worth the time. Who would want her?”
Someone mocked, “She’s totally delusional. Threatening Irvin with a divorce like this.”
“You’ve been in the hospital for three months, and Irvin didn’t even come to see you. Don’t you have any self-awareness?”
“Zach, stop joking around. She’s a total doormat. What does she even know about self-awareness?” someone else added.
Irvin didn’t like me, and neither did his friends. They treated me like an annoying parasite clinging to him with no self-respect.
With every mockery, Irvin’s expression grew darker. He finally snapped, his voice cold and warning. “Emilia, stop making a scene!”
Everyone, including Irvin, assumed I was just trying to make trouble. They all knew how much I loved him. After all, I heard when he didn’t come home for one night, I would panic and cry myself sick.
Divorce? They couldn’t imagine it.
Jeremy knew me better than anyone and could tell I was serious. As my twin, he could see right through me.
“Emilia, what’s wrong with you? He’s Irvin—the love of your life!” Jeremy was stunned. He couldn’t believe that I was even considering a divorce from the man I once loved so much.
I didn’t respond to him. Instead, I focused on Irvin, coldly demanding, “Let go of me.”
Irvin, either enraged or maybe relieved to finally be rid of me, laughed mockingly. “Alright! Fine! Emilia, you really have guts! You want a divorce? Fine, let’s do it!” he said, his voice full of disdain.
Just as I thought I was about to leave with the results I wanted, Julianne suddenly threw herself at me, sobbing. “Millie, Irvin, please! Don’t do this! Don’t let this happen because of me…
“Millie, really, there’s nothing going on between Irvin and me. We were just playing a game! Please don’t let this cause a divorce between you two. If you don’t believe me…”
She grabbed a fruit knife from the table and held it to her throat. “I’ll prove it by dying.”
The room instantly filled with a chorus of people pleading with her, urging her not to do something so rash and telling her not to listen to my so-called drama.
I just smiled coldly. “Go ahead, die. I’ll believe you then.”
