Back then, I had resisted my parents’ pressure and married him without hesitation.
The cost had been brutal: within two years, I had to double the family’s profits.
I gave up full nights of sleep, steeled myself as if I were a man, and poured every ounce of effort into the task.
And I succeeded.
But now he accused me of looking down on him and called me worthless.
And with another woman by his side, he laughed at me for being a tomboy.
Like a madwoman, I stormed into the study and slashed that pillow that resembled Kristen.
I grabbed everything within reach, photo frames, plants, a desk lamp, and hurled them at the two of them.
He shielded Kristen tightly, effortlessly dodging each flying object.
“Jennifer! All these years, I’ve had enough of living under the Hathaway roof! I have the ability, I’m the youngest hospital director in the country!”
“You really think I have to scrape by in your brother’s hospital? Let me tell you, there are countless top hospitals trying to recruit me!”
“If you keep losing control like this… fine. We’ll divorce! And the only one who will regret it will be you!”
I gripped the stair railing, trying to steady myself. “Do whatever you want!”