My Body Calls BS On My Husband

I shoved the car door open. Under my feet lay the twisted wreck of a supercar, glass shattered everywhere.

On the back of my hand, where I had yanked the IV needle out, beads of blood slid between my fingers and dripped to the ground, one drop at a time.

Eunice Parker, Landon Yale's so-called best friend, was still wearing my Ice Queen championship costume, the one I had worn when I claimed the title. Now, she clung to him, pale and shaken, hiding in his arms.

Landon finally snapped out of his shock. When he looked at me, there wasn't a trace of concern in his eyes, only fury. "What the hell is wrong with you, Olivia?"

That was the first thing he said—not a word about my injured hand, but only condemnation.

"You scared Eunice!" he added.

My heart jerked hard, like missing a landing on a jump. Then, the nausea surged again, rising in waves from my stomach.

This was it. All the affection he had ever shown me had never been real.

Eunice peeked out from his arms. Her eyes were red like a rabbit's, her voice soft and syrupy, her neediness for attention oozing.

"Liv, you took this wrongly. We were just playing Truth or Dare. Landon lost, so he had to… Anyway, it's my fault. I shouldn't have egged him on. Please don't blame him."

Landon jumped to her defense. "Yeah, exactly. It's just friends messing around! What the hell were you thinking, ramming the car in here? You're being way too petty! Can you not ruin the mood?"

Friends? Messing around?

I couldn't hold it in anymore. Right there in front of everyone, I doubled over and retched. Landon froze, then instinctively stepped forward, reaching out to steady me.

"Don't touch me!" I screamed, shoving his hand away with everything I had.

My nails raked across the back of his hand, leaving thin streaks of blood. They mirrored the drops still falling from my hand. What a ridiculous yet bitter kind of symmetry.

I straightened up, pulled out the papers I had prepared, and walked straight up to him. With a smack, the divorce agreement hit him square in the face.

Landon was stunned. He stared at the papers scattered all over the floor, disbelief written all over his face. "Are you for real, Olivia? Over something this trivial?"

I looked at him and laughed, even as tears kept spilling over. "Something trivial?"

I pointed at the wrecked supercar, my voice as cold as ice, each word landing clean. "That car was supposed to be the last gift I ever gave you, Landon. Now, it's nothing but scrap metal, just like your existence in my life."

Without another word, I turned and walked away, ignoring his flustered expression.