Chapter 3
After Hunter left with the others, I drove to a law firm.
I drafted a new divorce agreement, taking my time to ensure everything was airtight. The drive took longer than expected, and on my way home, I treated myself to some ice cream.
The sweet taste melted in my mouth, instantly lifting my spirits. Even when I walked in to find the twins had turned the house into a disaster zone, my mood remained unshaken.
The kids, however, were not pleased.
Ryan puffed his cheeks out angrily, glaring at me. “Bad mommy! You’re eating ice cream without us!”
Maya quickly joined in, “I want ice cream too!”
I swallowed the last bite and responded coolly, “If you want some, ask your new mommy to buy it for you.”
The twins froze momentarily, then stomped their feet before erupting into tears.
“You’re such a selfish, horrible mommy! I hate you!” Ryan shouted.
“Give me back that ice cream right now, or I’ll NEVER forgive you!” Maya threatened.
With that, they both started spitting at me, their faces contorted with rage. These vicious little creatures bore no resemblance to the sweet babies I once held in my arms.
The irony struck me hard.
I had sacrificed everything thinking it would help my children grow up happy and healthy. But I’d forgotten something crucial–a household that doesn’t respect its mother can never raise children who respect women.
Hunter’s contempt and indifference had transformed the children I’d risked my life to bring into this world into daggers pointed at my heart.
I sighed deeply and headed to the bedroom to pack my things.
When I entered, I discovered all my clothes and bags soaked in bright red paint.
Ryan was viciously stomping on a framed photo of me.
“Bad mommy! I hate you!” he screamed.
Looking at my tiny, rage–filled son, I felt… nothing. Every emotion had been drained from me through years of constant belittlement.
I sighed and turned to leave empty–handed.
Just as I reached the staircase, I felt a powerful shove from behind. My body tumbled down uncontrollably, blood su eaming from my wounds.
When I looked up shakily, I saw Ryan and Maya’s challenging stares.
“Serves you right for not giving us ice cream,” Ryan taunted.
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My Husband’s Back with His Ex… So I Fake a Scandal & Flee!
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Chapter 3
Maya stood above me holding a vase, looking like a demon straight from hell.
“Mommy, why aren’t you dead yet? If you died, Aunt Vanessa could be our new mommy,” she said, dropping the vase, which shattered beside me.
The noise finally brought Hunter out of his study.
He frowned at the chaos, his gaze eventually landing on my bloodied form.
“Brooke, what drama are you causing now?”
Before I could answer, Ryan and Maya rushed into his arms, sobbing.
“Daddy, Mommy’s being mean! She wouldn’t let us have ice cream and tried to hit us!” Ryan cried.
“We were scared and tried to hide, and she fell down the stairs…” Maya added tearfully.
“BROOKE!” Hunter exploded in rage.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Ryan and Maya are your own flesh and blood! You’re hurting innocent children because you’re jealous of Sloane? What kind of monster are you?”
“You want a divorce? Fine! You don’t deserve to be their mother anyway!”
In his fury, Hunter clutched the twins to him and hurled the nearest stack of papers at my face.
I silently clenched my fists.
Throughout our eight–year marriage, Hunter had constantly reminded me that I was nothing in this family.
But that tiny, miserable spark of love in my heart had kept me deluding myself.
Now I understood clearly-
A man who doesn’t love me, a miserable excuse for a family, I’m better off without any of it.
I struggled to my feet, reaching into my bag for the divorce agreement, but my body gave out and I collapsed to the floor.
Chapter 4
Chapter 4
