Clay's face was half-swallowed by the dim light, his features blurred and unreadable.
"If you dare file for divorce, I'll cut off your mother's treatment immediately."
"I guarantee that no hospital in this city—no, in the entire country—will take her."
"Clay Vance!"
I clenched my jaw. My whole body trembled uncontrollably.
I must have looked utterly pathetic and powerless, because I saw Roberta break into a gleeful smile.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"If you love her, just divorce me! You two can be together out in the open! Why do you have to drag me into this?"
I looked at Clay through my tears.
"I already stepped aside for you. I've never done a single thing to wrong you! Why won't you just let me go?"
Clay's voice was cold and detached.
"You haven't wronged me. But you've wronged Roberta."
My eyes went wide.
"When did I ever—"
Clay let out a scornful laugh.
"Every single boyfriend Roberta ever had—didn't you steal them all?"
"You, hiding behind that so-called 'loyalty tester' act, seduced every one of Roberta's boyfriends, slept with them, pushed her into depression until she nearly killed herself!"