“You–1” I was pissed beyond words. So she’d known the whole goddamn scheme. I lashed out, slapping her so hard the crack echoed.
She didn’t back down, ramming a fist into my chest. I wheezed–still weak from the homeless goons‘ beating–but grabbed her hair, yanking hard, then smacked her again.
“Think a blind bitch can take me?” she snarled, but suddenly went limp, letting my slap throw her into the glass coffee table. It
shattered, and shards sliced her calf.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Julian roared, prying my hands off.
Ophelia collapsed into his arms, blubbering: “It’s not Chloe’s fault! I tripped, I swear–don’t be mad at her!”
Lily piped up: “That’s a handprint, not a fall! Who hit you, Aunt Ophelia? You look awful.”
Julian’s face darkened. He gripped my wrist like a vice: “Even a kid can see you did this! You pushed her into glass? Accidents don’t justify being a bitch!”
I squeezed my eyes shut, tears leaking.
“So you’re saying I started this? That she didn’t hit me back?”
“Your clothes are clean–hers are bloody! I’m done with your drama.”
He scooped up Ophelia to leave.
“Wait,” I called. “Sign the divorce papers.”
I pulled them from the nightstand.
Julian’s eyes bugged out.
“Divorce? Why? ‘Cause I helped her? This is your mess!”
Ophelia purred: “Maybe she’s got another guy, wants half
your
cash.”
Julian’s veins popped: “Bullshit! You’re not leaving me!”
I laughed.
“Read the fine print. I want zero.”
His face turned purple.
“You’d walk away with nothing?!” He seethed, “No way. I won’t sign.”
“Too late. I filed already.”
That night, I waited for Brendan. I get it–he’s in a wheelchair, needs help. But when he spoke, I jumped.
“Chloe, it’s me. I’m here.”
“Brendan? How’d you get in so quiet?”
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Chapter 5
“My sister wheeled me. I promised to marry you, remember?”
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