To me, Blake had always been my strongest support.
No matter what grievances I faced outside, he would patiently comfort me, help me, shield me.
He was not only my husband—he was my safe harbor, my home.
At that moment, all my defenses fell.
I wanted nothing more than to run into his arms, to collapse into the warmth I trusted most.
So I did.
But the moment I reached him, he shoved me away.
The force caught me off guard. I stumbled back, losing balance, and crashed heavily to the ground.
Shards of broken beer bottles dug deep into my palms and thighs.
The sharp pain shot straight to my brain—yet compared to the agony in my heart, it was nothing.
'Even Blake... doesn't believe me anymore?'
"Celestine," he said, his face dark with fury, his eyes filled with disappointment, "I never thought you were this kind of person."
"For all these years of marriage, I treated you like a treasure. Whatever you wanted, I gave. I never lost my temper at you, never let you suffer even the smallest grievance."
"I learned massage and therapy just to care for you better. I kept you warm, clothed, tended to every need—terrified that you might be even a little unwell."
"And you? What did you do?"
"You went behind my back, sucking your best friend's blood, gambling, destroying your own reputation and dignity!"
"The body I worked so hard to nurse back to health—you ruined it with your filthy, shameful acts!"
"Celestine, you're not just degrading yourself—you're trampling on our marriage!"
The man who had always been so gentle, for the first time, was completely unhinged.
His voice was raw, each word like a blade, cutting me deeper than any wound on my body.
Seeing him like this, my chest tightened painfully.
Holding back tears, I forced myself up and tried to explain, "Blake, I—"
But before I could finish, his palm cracked harshly across my face.
"Shut up! Don't you dare say my name—you're not worthy!"
With that, he tore the wedding ring off his finger and flung it at me.
"Let's divorce."
The cold finality in his voice pierced my heart deeper than the slap.
The man I had once thought was my shelter—just shattered my last piece of faith.
I froze, feeling empty, like my soul had been ripped away.
Hubert seized the moment, sneering. "Celestine, now do you understand what it feels like to be disgraced and ruined?"