Chapter 3

The other diners started staring at us.

Lorraine's cheeks flushed as she hurried to explain. "The necklace was a gift from a client, and the restaurant gave us the cake. Don't get the wrong idea."

"There's no client here. It's just the two of you."

I pulled out my phone and took a picture of the table.

Michael knocked the phone out of my hand. It hit the floor, and the screen shattered on impact.

Bella burst into tears.

I quickly pulled her into my arms.

"Are you insane?" I roared at Michael.

Michael pointed at Owen. He was consumed by anger. "Cut this man out of your life right now, or we're getting a divorce!"

The entire restaurant fell silent.

I held Bella in my arms. All I could hear was her crying.

He was the one who had lied.

He was the one who spent Valentine's Day with another woman.

Yet, he wouldn't even hear me out. He'd already decided I was guilty.

Owen bent down and picked up my phone. His voice was dangerously cold. "So, you want to divorce my sister?"

Michael shoved him aside.

"This is between my wife and me. Stay out of it, you homewrecker."

Finally losing his temper, Owen punched him in the face.

Michael crashed into the table, sending wine glasses and plates smashing to the floor.

Lorraine screamed and rushed over.

"He's going to kill him!"

Michael wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grabbed a chair, and swung it at Owen.

Owen dodged and punched him in the stomach again.

The two men quickly started grappling with each other.

I handed Bella to a server and rushed over to pull them apart, but Lorraine suddenly shoved me from behind.

My foot landed on a piece of broken glass, and I went down hard.

My palm hit the shards, and blood immediately began pouring from the cuts.

"Mommy!" Bella cried as she ran toward me.

The moment Owen saw me hurt, his eyes went red.

He grabbed Michael by the collar and slammed him against the table. "She's spent four years putting up with you, and this is how you treat her?"

Michael gritted his teeth.

"She cheated on me. What do you expect me to do?"

Owen snapped. He shoved Michael away. "You're a sad excuse for a man! Zoey, we're leaving!"

Owen's words pushed Michael over the edge.

"If you walk out with him today, I'll file for divorce right now," he screamed, pointing at us.

I covered my reddened wrist and scoffed.

"You want a divorce?"

"Yes."

Lorraine took a document out of her bag and quietly placed it on the table. "Michael prepared this in advance."

I picked up the document and read through the first two pages.

According to it, our house, car, and savings would go to Michael.

I would walk away with nothing.

By the time I reached the final line, my fingers were cold. "Did you prepare this document a long time ago?"

He looked away.

"I was just planning."

Lorraine quickly added, "He just wanted to avoid problems down the road. Given the situation between the two of you, no one knows what might happen."

"What do you mean by 'the situation between us'?"

I glared at her.

Lorraine bit her lip as though she'd been backed into a corner. Then, she lowered her voice.

"I heard this from some colleagues at work. They said you often meet different men. Sometimes late at night, too."

"That's a lie!"

My hands shook with anger.

"I never said you actually did anything. I was just telling Michael to be careful," she quickly explained.

The way Michael looked at me had completely changed.

"What else do you have to say for yourself?"

I pushed the divorce agreement back toward him. "Fine. Let's get a divorce. But I'm not signing this."