"This is the island I selected. It's perfect for a wedding. The hotel was too hasty. After all, it's the only time Tiffany would witness our love.
"The contract is signed. Look at it. I'll contact the wedding planning company to redesign the wedding plan.
"Alice, I'm telling you for the last time. I was handling business. Stop giving me a bad attitude!"
It was such important business that he didn't even know Tiffany had died!
I ignored his outstretched hand and went straight to the bedroom. Anger flashed across Jay's face.
"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me?"
He angrily threw the documents into the air, scattering papers everywhere.
He was panting heavily with anger.
"Alice, don't go too far. I just wanted to give Tiffany a better memory. Don't you want her to see the island's scenery in her last moments? Everything I do is for her!"
Listening to his words, I remained eerily calm.
Explaining the groom's absence to the guests had exhausted me. Now, even speaking felt tiring.
Besides, we had nothing left to say.
There was no point in arguing anymore.
Sherry raised her hand to calm him, then took the island documents and walked in.
Seeing me packing, a smug look flashed in her eyes, and she loudly exclaimed, "Alice, are you going on a business trip? Why are you packing? Is it because he didn't attend the wedding?
"Oh, if you want to blame someone, blame me. I saw the island and thought it suited your status, so I suggested it to him. He agrees immediately and drags me to inspect it..."
She spoke with undisguised shyness on her face.
It made me want to vomit.
She had spent five years subtly reminding me of her importance to Jay, never getting tired of it.
I had mostly packed Tiffany's belongings. I could buy new clothes for myself later, so I didn't take any.
I calmly walked out of the bedroom and saw Jay smoking irritably on the sofa.
"Just as well, I have something for you too."
I placed the divorce agreement on the table, and his eyes widened instantly.
"Alice, have you lost your mind?"
I must have been crazy. Otherwise, how could I have married him and endured for five years?
I used to be as proud as he was.
In Tiffany's final moments, she said to me, "Mom, I want you to be happier..."
Even a child could see what I couldn't for five years.
My humility, concessions, and desperate pleas forced my sweet daughter to be submissive in this house.
She even tried to please Sherry.