Chapter 5
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Ryan was hovering by the bed, his face a mask of feigned concern,
“Are you okay? How are you feeling?”
I met his gaze with icy disgust,
“Did you sign it? The divorce papers.”
He let out a heavy, theatrical sigh,
“Honey, stop this. Think about it—every fight we've had was because you couldn't let things go. Do you really want to be the one who destroys our family?”
I laughed coldly. With each passing day, he seemed more like a stranger.
“If you had kept your vows, would we be fighting? You couldn't even be faithful, and now you're blaming me?”
Cornered, his expression twisted into a scowl,
“Name one successful man who doesn't have options on the side! You want some devoted, always-available husband? How many of those do you think actually exist?”
“And if I cheated, it's your fault too! Look at yourself—you've completely let yourself go. There's no spark left!”
His attempt to shift blame was almost pathetic.
When we first met, I was vibrant, slim, attractive—many said even more than Chloe.
But after his business crashed and left us drownin in debt, I worked myself to the bone across three jobs to keep us afloat.
I wore myself ragged for us.
He never showed gratitude—never cared. Instead, he iresorted to insults and manipulation.
Honestly, stripped of my love for him, he was just… entitled.
I decided in that moment—my son deserved better than a father like him.
“Sleep with whoever you want—just sign the papers.”
I handed him the divorce agreement.
He crossed his arms, sighing as if dealing with a stubborn child,
“Do you really believe you'll find anyone better than me?”
I was momentarily stunned by his arrogance.
“Ryan, have you forgotten? When your venture failed, who called in every favor to help you borrow? Who carried you through it?”
“With my qualifications and network, I'll thrive without you!”
“And remarry? I started with the worst. It can only go up from here.”
Life without him could've been so much better.
He thought I was dependent on him?
What ever gave him that idea?
My words hit a nerve. His face darkened.
But before he could speak, the door swung open.
