Under his puzzled gaze, I showed him a photo.
“A mistress is still a mistress,” I replied. “If she dares to provoke the wife, teaching her a lesson is only right. Don’t you agree?”
The words [Miscarriage caused by violence] on that report must have set him off.
He had always been calm and composed. But the next thing I knew, he had his hand around my throat.
“Stacia!” he roared. “She’s just a young woman! Why did you have to go that far?”
The last time I’d seen him lose control like this was when my boss had stripped me naked and tried to force himself on me.
Cormac had crippled that beast of a man then.
Seeing him lose control again now only made me feel more satisfied.
“Because she was pregnant,” I said.
His grip tightened, and for a moment, I swore I heard something crack.
“Daddy…”
Our son’s voice snapped him back to his senses.
He loosened his hold slightly, and I seized the chance to hit him hard in the chest.
“Stacia!”
He staggered back, clutching his chest, staring at me like he couldn’t believe what I’d just done.
“You really never change,” he spat.
I told the maid to take our son back to his room. Then, I pulled out the divorce papers.
“Sign these.”
But Cormac didn’t even glance at them before tearing them apart.
“I told you,” he said, his voice low and hard, “you will be my wife for the rest of your life. Not a single day less.”
Then, almost helplessly, he added, “Hillerin won’t compete with you for anything. Why do you have to make this such a big deal?”
He sighed in resignation, adding, “Let’s just forget this ever happened. I’ll even make amends for you.”
Just like that, he strode off, heading straight to comfort that homewrecker Hillerin—without even hearing the last words I said.
Cormac’s idea of “making amends” was to have Hillerin move into the villa next door.
Hillerin, cheeks glowing with pride, stood in the driveway directing movers as they carried her furniture inside.
When she spotted me, she flashed a smug little smile.
“Stacia,” she said sweetly, “I told Cormac I liked your interior design, so he had this one done the same way.”
“Even the nursery has the same layout,” she added.
Cormac came out of the villa just in time to hear that. His expression froze when he saw me, but in the very next moment, he instinctively moved to shield Hillerin behind him.