Beyond the Divorce

This Is Just the Beginning When I saw Matthew in the master bedroom, I grabbed my pajamas from the walk–in closet to sleep in one of the guest rooms.

However, Matthew stopped me from leaving.

“Where do you think you’re going, honey? I whispered in exasperation, “Step aside, or you’ll be sorry.” He smiled.

“We haven’t had sex for quite some time, right? Come on, I’m sure you don’t want your parents to know about what’s happening.

Don’t forget your dad is still recovering from a stroke.” “You’re sick!” I tried to slap him, but he grabbed my wrist and stepped closer.

“So feisty.

I like it!” I tried to knee his groin as he leaned closer, but he blocked my leg with his hand.

“The same old trick? Do you think, I’m going to fall for it again?” I was furious: “What the fuck do you want?” “If you think you can take everything and leave me, you have another thing coming.

Go on.

Scream.

I wonder what your dad will think.” He grinned as he tried to grope me.

“Just stop thinking about other men, okay? You belong to me!” I clenched my teeth.

“Thanks to you, I lost my project, and my dad is in jail.

Yet you dare to keep everything to yourself? Did someone teach you that? Whatever it is, you’re mine tonight!” As he tried to kiss me, I felt my stomach turning and threw up at his face.

The vomit smelled so horrible that even I couldn’t stand it.

Matthew quickly let me go and shouted, “What the fuck?!” While he wiped his face, I ran into the bathroom and vomited.

He then ran inside and turned on the shower to wash himself.

“You sick fuck!” I wiped my mouth.

“Yes, I get sick whenever I see you because you’re worse than filth!” I then swung the door open and left.

I could never share a bedroom with Matthew, let alone a bed.

I kept thinking about how to turn the situation around. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Otherwise, it would become a nightmare.

That asshole even walked around naked without a care in my presence, I went straight to the guest room, and he didn’t dare to chase after me after what happened.

However, that was just the beginning.

The following day, Melanie and Grace entered the apartment, smiling.

Meanwhile, my unwitting parents warmly received them, and Melanie stayed close to Matthew, helping him in the kitchen like a good sister.

Ava remained by my mother’s side.

No matter how Grace called out to her, she refused to go.

Even so, Grace focused on the house.

She greedily took in the place as she answered my mom’s questions.

My mom felt awkward when she said, “I never expected them to buy such a nice house just after years.

You must be proud.” Grace looked displeased.

“Of course, your daughter has worked hard for it.” My mom sensed Grace’s displeasure and changed the subject, “Why isn’t Henry here?” Everyone fell silent.

Nervous, I looked toward Grace.