I hung up before she could finish. Not wanting any more interactions with her, I directly mailed the divorce agreement to her address.
For the next two days, there was no communication between us. However, Mike frequently updated his social media, flaunting his intimate daily life with Alice. Alice, who had never once cooked for me, was now donning an apron, preparing a 'love breakfast' for him.
Mike snapped a photo of her napping, positioning himself beside her while making a playful peace sign for the camera. They even played poker and when Alice lost, she stripped down to just two pieces of clothing. It was as if they were the real couple—and I was just an outsider. But none of it mattered anymore. I was leaving soon.
Still, I silently took screenshots of everything. I needed leverage for the divorce. Near the end of the workday, Mike suddenly sent me three messages in quick succession.
[Brother-in-law, you’ve seen it all, right? Alice is so good to me. She agrees to whatever I ask.]
[I heard she say you two have never even slept together. Really? she smells so good—how did you hold back? You're not a eunuch, are you?]
[Will you give her to me? She doesn’t love you at all anyway.]
I decided to go back. Opening the door, I immediately saw them. Mike was assisting Alice with yoga and she was dressed in an extremely revealing outfit.
"Mr. Vein, you finally came back. You have no idea how lonely she has been without you," Mike said meaningfully.
I strode over in a few steps, grabbed him by the collar and landed a solid punch to his face. One punch. Two punches. Three punches. Blood trickled from his nose and lips before I finally threw him to the ground.
Even that wasn’t enough to cool my rage—I raised my foot to kick him again. But before I could, a sudden, sharp impact struck the back of my head. My vision blurred, pain searing through my skull. I turned my head slowly, barely able to register what I was seeing. Alice stood there, gripping a small, round fish tank.
There were no fish in it. I had bought a few and carefully looked after them, but she had flushed them down the toilet, saying they were an eyesore.
Now, she looked at me with icy indifference. "Mike is my brother. I forbid you to bully him."