"Perhaps your pregnancy hormones are affecting your mood. Just stay here for now."
I gripped my luggage tightly, frozen in place.
There was no comfort or shared anger, only accusations.
I hadn't expected Vanessa to speak to me this way.
I stared at her in disbelief, but she had already pushed my luggage into the bedroom.
She said, "What are you waiting for? Come on in."
I said nothing, took out my phone, and searched for a suitable house.
Because I had realized this wasn't where I belonged.
Not long after, there was a knock at the door.
Alex's voice came from outside. "Honey, let's go home and sort this out. Why did you run away from home?"
How did he find me? I hadn't told him where I was going.
Vanessa appeared behind me. "Ariana, I don't want to see you and Alex quarreling like this, so I called him. You won't blame me, right?"
She opened the door.
Outside stood Alex and Sarah.
Sarah coldly sneered, "You bitch, mesmerizing my son to the point he left me to find you."
Over the years of marriage, I had heard a lot of more vicious words than this.
I had always respected her as Alex's mother, so I had never bothered with her.
But now I decided to divorce Alex. Her opinion meant nothing to me.