“Let me guess. Your mom kicked you out, didn’t she?” I could hear the smugness in his tone.
“Lyra, just come home. The second you left, our son spiked a fever. He needs you.” He sighed like he was the bigger person here.
“I know this whole divorce thing was just you acting out. I already had my assistant buy every drink on the Sparkbucks menu. Whatever you want, you can have them. Just stop this nonsense, alright?”
Hearing that Adam was sick broke my heart a little bit. But then I remembered the things he’d said to me—that I was the 'bad one', that Aunt Fina was better, that I was just a baby-making pig.
I stayed still and said coldy, “Isn’t there a world-renowned doctor in the house? You're the heir to the almighty Formoor Group, no less. You’re telling me he’d let his beloved child die of a fever?”
Then I hung up.
Of course Alric would made another call instantly. He knew I had no one backing me. He was counting on that.
Tears slipped down before I could even realize.
Suddenly, a memory surfaced.
Years ago, when Alric and I had just met, my mom had beaten me and thrown me out of the house because Caelan failed his first placement exam. She said it was my fault for not tutoring him properly.
Ever since he was born, I’d been invisible in that house. Only useful when they needed someone to blame or clean up the mess.
It was in the middle of winter. I passed out from cold and hunger at Alric’s doorstep.
He brought me inside and took care of me. He confessed his feelings during those days, told me he’d give me the warm, loving home I never had.
For years, he did love me. Spoiled me, even. He stood up to his own parents and married me against their wishes. He gave my parents a huge sum of money.
After that, my parents’ attitude changed overnight. They treated me like a golden goose, always smiling at me, always complementing me.
Over time, I let myself believe they truly cared. I forgot what they used to be like.
Until now...
Now I remembered that some things remained fake no matter how sweet they changed the taste.
So, I called a lawyer. Jordan, my best friend with that profession to be exact.
“I’m filing for divorce.”
She paused for just a second—but didn’t ask a single question. She just said that she'd got my back. She drove over and picked me up herself, bringing me to her apartment.