“Even if you don’t care about yourself, Alex Sterling is your brother. If you divorce, will he still study peacefully abroad?”
My tears suddenly burst out, uncontrollable like a broken dam.
I knew that from the moment my mother was driven to death by a mistress, I had lost my home, and I worked hard to raise my brother. But I never thought it would feel so cold, so crushing. Even my late mother was shamed, and my younger brother used it again and again to threaten me.
Feeling the stabbing pain in my abdomen, I finally sobbed aloud.
“Get out, all of you! Get out!”
My father glared at me, turned toward the door, and left behind a chilling sentence:
“If you ruin the Graham-Sterling partnership, you and Alex will suffer. The Sterling family has no divorced daughters.”
Just then, Ethan’s phone rang, his voice filled with tenderness:
“Wife, don’t be upset. I’ll cook chicken soup for you right now.”
“Wife, I know I was wrong. You can hit me, scold me, anything—just don’t mention divorce.”
That day ended in tears and grief.
The only sound in the ward was the ticking of the medical equipment.