I scoffed at her blatant show-off, no longer willing to suppress my jealousy and bitterness. "Since you've brought him back, you can leave now."
The next moment, Celeste's tears fell, her red lips pressed together stubbornly.
Wilson looked at me with growing impatience. "Cierra, have I been too nice to you lately, making you forget your place?"
In that instant, it felt like a thousand arrows pierced my heart. My anger surged uncontrollably.
"What is my place? Wilson, tell me, what is my place? Mrs. Burch? A Mrs. Burch who can be bullied by anyone?"
Wilson's face darkened, his eyes filled with disdain, and his mouth twisted into a mocking smile. "Isn't this what you wanted?"
His words devastated me. He hated me. To him, my grievances were just melodrama.
Instantly, I felt utterly defeated and exhausted. I no longer wanted to argue. I hid the report in the couch cushion and closed my eyes, resigned.
"Wilson, let's get a divorce."
The fatigue that ran deep in my heart had sapped me of the strength to even defend myself.
After seven years, I had not warmed his heart, and my passion had been completely drained.
Now that I was about to die, so be it.
Whatever.