Margaret and Emily hurried to help Jason onto a stretcher, glaring at me furiously.
“If my son ends up with any permanent damage, I’ll never forgive you!”
“Forgive me or not, I don’t care. As long as he signs the divorce papers.”
I never wavered.
Even with Jason unconscious, his family wanted to tear me apart. But I didn’t care.
Fortunately, he woke up the next day, safe though still weak.
The moment his eyes opened, he grabbed my hand.
“Rachel, don’t leave me. You’re my wife, the only woman I’ve ever loved. I can’t live without you. Don’t divorce me, please.”
“I’ll work hard, make money with food delivery, rise above. If you don’t want me out all night, I’ll cut back and come home earlier, okay?”
Emily and Margaret were nearly moved to tears, exasperated with me.
“Even after you nearly destroyed him, Jason still clings to you, refusing to divorce. Do you really have no heart?”
I laughed softly.
“Oh? Is that why, when he fainted, he leaned toward you? And you reached into his pockets so naturally? Looks like you’ve done that before, haven’t you?”
Jason Miller hurried to explain: