With trembling hands, I signed my name on the divorce agreement.
“Now? Is that enough?”
But Michael showed no intention of returning the ring. His face twisted with scorn.
“Those clothes on your back? I bought them. Strip them off before you leave.”
How ironic.
After three years of sharing a bed, I never imagined he could be this cruel.
Choking down the humiliation, I removed my clothes one by one under the mocking stares of Michael and Olivia—
Until only my underwear remained.
“Now? Will you give it back?”
Michael toyed with the jade ring and sneered.
“I only said you could leave. I never promised to return the ring.”
At that, Olivia leaned into his arms.
Both wore mocking smiles, looking at me like I was garbage.
Despair and rage devoured me.
I lost control—like a madwoman, I hurled myself at Olivia, clawing at her wrist to snatch the ring.
She screamed in pain, shoving me away.
I slapped her hard across the face, drawing a wail.
Michael reacted swiftly, seizing my hair and slamming me to the ground.
Agonizing pain ripped through my scalp. I struggled, but it was useless. Despair swallowed me whole.
“Michael, you’re rich. You don’t need this ring. Please, I’m begging you—give it back.”