“Master’s Wife, I’m sorry!” she cried, sitting down on the floor, tears brimming in her eyes. “If it will make you feel better, hit me. But your sister’s death really had nothing to do with me!”
“Seraphine, have you lost your mind?”
Lucian stormed forward, and before I could react, his palm cracked across my face.
“Ivy went out of her way to bring you your sister’s ashes, and this is how you treat her? You’re insane!”
He hauled her to her feet, his arm sliding protectively around her waist as he prepared to leave.
I pressed a hand to my stinging cheek, my breathing ragged. Then I exhaled slowly, my voice calm — too calm.
“Lucian,” I said, pulling a folded document from my bag, “let’s get a divorce.”
He froze, turning to stare at me.
“You want a divorce?”
His expression shifted — surprise first, then anger, until his face was carved with ice.
“Seraphine,” he said coldly, “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you’re only saying this because you’re grieving your sister.”
“Put that divorce agreement away,” Lucian snapped. “I won’t argue with you about this!”
I looked him straight in the eye, my face cold and unreadable.
“If you refuse to divorce me, I’ll hold you accountable — to the very end.”
My voice was calm, but each word was a blade.
“Did you really think that just because you secretly disposed of your sister’s body and deleted the surveillance footage, I can’t sue you?”
His expression froze, the color draining from his face.
Beside him, Ivy went pale as well, clutching at his sleeve nervously.
“Seraphine, you’re being completely unreasonable! You’re so annoying!” she burst out, her tone shrill.
Lucian’s face shifted between hesitation and anger before he finally exhaled, his eyes full of disgust.
“Fine. Isn’t this what you want?”
He snatched up the pen, scrawled his name on the divorce agreement, and slammed it down.
“See you tomorrow at nine. Civil Affairs Bureau.”
I gathered up the papers, the corners of my lips curling in a faint smile.
He grabbed Ivy’s hand and stormed out. Before leaving, he turned back with a sneer.
“Tomorrow, don’t come crawling back to me like a dog. I won’t take you back.”
I didn’t respond — I didn’t need to.
That night, I returned to my parents’ home and told them everything.
At first, they tried to talk me out of it. But when I told them what had really happened, their faces flushed with anger.