Chapter 2

Vincent walked in, and just as I was about to look up, a piece of clothing was tossed onto my head, blocking my vision.

“Selena, you’re a mother. Can’t you be a little more responsible? Why is Liam wearing clothes with a hole in them?”

I pulled the piece of clothing off my head and glanced at it. It was Liam’s jacket, with a tear scraped open at the elbow.

“He probably scraped it on the fence in the backyard this afternoon,” I said calmly.

Vincent’s brow furrowed. “How can you be so careless when it comes to taking care of the kids? How do you call yourself a good mother?”

“A mother? Vincent, Liam is not my child. And because you enable him, he’s never treated me as a mother either. I’m afraid he sees me as nothing more than a servant who takes care of him!”

I raised my hand and threw the clothes onto the floor. “Vincent, I’ve had enough of this life. I want a divorce.”

Suddenly, a look of realization flashed through Vincent’s eyes. “I remember now. Today is our sixth anniversary. I’m sorry, Selena. I forgot. I promise you, we’ll definitely celebrate next year!”

Instead of arguing further, I just calmly repeated, “I will have my lawyer deliver the divorce papers to your office.”

“Alright, here’s a card. Buy yourself whatever gift you want.”

He pulled a black card from his wallet and stuffed it down my collar. “Stop throwing a fit. Be good.”

With that, he pushed the door open and walked out.

The black card slid from my collar and fell silently onto the carpet. I stood there for a long time before letting out a self-deprecating smirk. So, to him, I was no different from a servant who could be dismissed with money.

I turned around and went to my daughter’s room. My daughter, Grace, was sitting on the bed, hugging a teddy bear.

“Mommy, did you get into a fight with Daddy again?”

I walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and stroked her hair. “We didn’t fight. I’m going to leave your dad. Would you like to come with me?”

Grace’s eyes lit up instantly, and she leaned in to ask softly, “Really? Mommy, I don’t want to stay here anymore either. Every time Liam is unhappy, Daddy accuses me of making him angry and makes me apologize to him. As long as Liam wants my toys, Daddy makes me give them to him.”

She counted on her fingers, her voice soft. “After we leave, can I keep what’s mine?”

Tears instantly welled up in my eyes. I pulled Grace tightly into my arms and nodded.

“Yes, baby. I promise that from now on, you can keep everything that’s yours.”

Grace’s words destroyed the one last reason I had to maintain this marriage.

Once Grace fell fast asleep, I pulled out an old phone from under my pillow and dialed a number I knew by heart.

“Leo, make your move.”