Irene looked at me with a mocking smile. “What? All these years you’ve eaten his food, lived in his house, spent his money and now you want part of his assets? Don’t you have any shame?”
“Is it your turn to speak?” I glared at Irene.
“Jeremy, she’s being mean to me. Make her sign the divorce papers and get out.”
Jeremy gently touched her cheek, a gesture he often did to me. Now, it made me sick.
He finally focused on me after murmuring a few words to comfort her. “Irene may be blunt, but she’s telling the truth. I won’t ask you to repay what I’ve spent on you over the years. Just sign the divorce papers and we’ll be done.”
What a bullshit! I stared straight into Jeremy’s eyes, finding no trace of regret.
His coldness froze my heart. Forcing myself to stay calm, I said, “Think carefully and repeat what you just said.”
Jeremy repeated without hesitation, “We’re done. Sign it.”
I crumpled the divorce papers into a ball and threw them at his face. “We’ll get divorced, but you’re leaving with nothing. My lawyer will contact you shortly.”
I stood up and walked out, unwilling to glance at those two again.
I had given Jeremy a chance. Even if we split the assets equally, I was willing to let it go for the sake of our years together. But he had crossed the line.
He wanted the divorce, but also to keep every last bit of the assets.
“Jeremy, what are you doing?” I was about to leave when someone suddenly rushed in.
My mother-in-law came and grabbed my hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this for you.”
She pulled me back to my seat. I would definitely get a divorce, but I had to consider my mother-in-law’s feelings. Her health wasn’t good.
I sat down again as she poured me a cup of tea. “Dear, don’t worry, I won’t let Jeremy divorce you.”
She looked at Jeremy and Irene. “What did I tell you both?”
“Jeremy, have you forgotten who cared for me during my three years of illness? It was Lily who looked after me nonstop. Have you forgotten all that?”
“The doctors all said it was all thanks to Lily’s excellent care that I recovered from my illness.”
I hadn’t cried when Jeremy chose Irene, but tears uncontrollably fell when my mother-in-law said this.
“Mum, how do we register the child?” Jeremy looked at his mom.
The child?
I frowned.
Irene gently placed her hand on her belly, looking at me with a winning smile.