Chapter 3

I stared at him, utterly bewildered.

What was he so angry about?

In the past, I acted like a hysteric madwoman. I did everything to track his affairs, checking his phone for texts and trying to block every woman who got near him.

Back then, he detested me. He called me crazy and pathetic.

Now that I was being quiet, why was he still mad?

I felt exhausted. Taking a deep breath, I wrenched my wrist from his grip.

"I'm not rolling my eyes. I'm just tired and want to rest."

I took two steps, then paused and turned around.

"By the way, Edward. I signed the divorce papers. Your copy is back on your desk."

"If you have time tomorrow, we can go to the family court and file them."

Edward’s angry expression froze for a second.

Then, he sneered.

"Ha. Stop playing the bigger person. You're just throwing another tantrum."

"But let me warn you. This divorce game? Don't take it too far."

"Once you calm down and regret it, begging me to withdraw the petition won't be so easy."

"My patience is running thin."

He looked at me, waiting for me to break.

I remembered when we first got married, I used to threaten him with divorce all the time. But every time he dragged me to the courthouse, I was the one who ended up crying and begging to go home.

I was so stupid back then. Edward never loved me.

To him, divorcing me was a blessing.

"Understood," I murmured quietly, and headed up to the third-floor guest room.

The master bedroom was on the second floor, and the guest rooms were on the third. We should have had peace.

But I didn't know what kind of madness possessed Edward that night.

Instead of staying in the master bedroom, he dragged Chloe into the guest room right next to mine.

Their giggles, dirty talk, and even louder, explicit sounds pierced through the thin walls throughout the night.

Being pregnant, I was already a light sleeper. I couldn't sleep a wink.

But surprisingly, hearing those sounds didn't hurt my heart anymore.

I was just annoyed by the noise.

That was the moment I realized: I had completely stopped loving Edward.

The next morning at breakfast, Edward looked at the dark circles under my eyes.

He smiled triumphantly.

"So? Did a sleepless night finally wake you up?"

"Are we still going to the family court?"

I looked up from my phone and nodded.

"Yes. We are."

"The driver is waiting outside. I scheduled our appointment for 9:00 AM."

"Once you finish breakfast, we can leave."

"It won't take more than twenty minutes."

"I haven't told Eleanor yet. Her heart is weak, and I don't want to shock her. You should find a better time to tell her later."

Edward let out a dry, bitter laugh.

"You're quick to draw the line between us now. How ungrateful."

"Sarah, if my mother hadn't used her failing health to blackmail me into this marriage..."

"I wouldn't have looked at you twice, let alone married you."

My knuckles turned white, but I didn't want to argue. I just kept my head down in silence.

My silence made him feel like he was punching jello. It only fueled his anger.

He pushed his plate away and stood up abruptly.

"Fine! Since you're in such a rush to get divorced, let's go!"

The car ride was suffocatingly quiet.

Suddenly, Edward turned to me, a mocking smirk on his lips.

"Too bad Chloe is still asleep and couldn't join us."

"Otherwise, the moment we file these papers, I would have proposed to her right there."

"She’s been with me for years. It’s time I gave her my last name."

I knew he was trying to get a reaction out of me, so I ignored his bait.

Instead, I looked at him and asked a question that had haunted me for years.

"Since we’re divorcing anyway, tell me the truth."

"Edward, why did you hate me so much all these years?"