All Chapters of Divorce Finally Made Him Break: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I panicked and hurriedly shut my laptop.Timothy slowly walked into the room with his rosary in his right hand. He looked as cold and refined as always. He glanced at my laptop, but fortunately, he didn't suspect anything."Let's talk," he said as he sat before me.I felt wearier than I'd ever been and nodded. "Alright."He offered no apology or explanation for what Yasmin and Daphne had done. Instead, he said icily, "I don't want a repeat of what you did—trashing the chapel. You're an adult, so you need to learn to control your emotions."My hands balled into fists by my sides as I shot back, "And what about you? You committed domestic abuse. You laid a hand on me. Did you manage to control your emotions?"Timothy replied, "You were hurting Daphne then. I just wanted you to calm down."The rage and resentment that had flared up in me were doused. They turned to sheer helplessness. "Please leave, Timothy. I'm… I'm tired. I want to sleep."By the end, my voice was almost pleadin

"Laura." I stopped her. "Don't tell Timothy. It's pointless."Even if Laura told him, Timothy would just think I was making a mountain out of a molehill or that I'm putting on a pitiful act to compete with Yasmin.And even if he believed Laura, I no longer needed his regret or pity.With my insistence, she ultimately didn't make the call.…Half an hour later, Ruby arrived at the hospital. When she saw how pale I looked, she snapped, "I told you not to go on a vegetarian diet with him! Look at yourself now—you're gorgeous, yet you don't have a trace of color in your face!"Her eyes reddened with distress as she cursed, "Timothy is such a jerk. Just wait! There's no way that homewrecker's daughter is getting into Little Lights Kindergarten!"I didn't want to drag Ruby into this, so I said, "Grant Corporation is a major shareholder in Little Lights. Don't offend him over me. Even if Daphne doesn't get into your kindergarten, he'll find her another one."Ruby eyed Laura warily, se

I spent three days in the hospital, and Ruby came to be with me every single day. Timothy never came again, and neither did Laura.According to Laura, Yasmin kept her busy making royal jelly desserts every day and found endless ways to make things difficult for her. And so, she was left with no time to visit me at the hospital.On this day, the doctor informed me that I could be discharged, but emphasized the importance of maintaining a balanced diet that included meat and vegetables. I could no longer have strictly vegetarian meals anymore.I solemnly promised to follow his advice.On my way home, I stopped at the supermarket to buy an electric cooker and fresh ingredients, both meat and vegetables. Fortunately, the rooms at the Grant residence were spacious. Even the guest room had enough space for a pot to cook my own meals.When I got home, dinner had already been prepared. As I passed by the dining room, I glanced at the table, seeing that there were both vegetarian and non-v

The psychiatrist said that this was the only way I could slice away the rotten flesh in my heart, allowing the festering wounds to heal.Although it felt brutally painful, I decided to cooperate with the treatment actively. I didn't want this failed marriage to turn me into a tormented wreck for the rest of my life!Of course, psychological therapy was a gradual process. It wasn't about spilling everything about my time with Timothy all at once.After the first session, the psychiatrist prescribed some anti-anxiety and antidepressant medication for me to take at home. He also suggested that Timothy and I find a burial plot for our daughter so we could lay her ashes to rest properly. This was not only a way to honor her but also a way for me to find closure.Even though our marriage had failed, Timothy would always be her father. That would never change. And my only selfish wish was for my daughter to experience, even just once, the kind of fatherly love Timothy showered on Daphne.

The comments left under Yasmin's post praised her beauty and her kindness. There were even people recommending pet hospitals in Barry Isle…I didn't know how to feel about this. It was so ironic!To Timothy, our daughter and I were less important than Yasmin's dog. So, this was why he had broken his promise and delayed his return.I tossed and turned in bed, telling myself over and over not to think about it. However, my heart felt like it had been gripped by a fist. I couldn't breathe.I wanted to call Ruby to pour my heart out, but it was late at night. Besides, situations like this might happen again and again. I had to learn to save myself, rather than relying on Ruby every time.So, I sat at my desk and turned on my laptop. An idea came to me. I could channel my suppressed emotions by writing a novel and documenting my marriage with Timothy in words. I could also use it as a way to bid farewell to the past 25 years.I registered an account under the pen name "Neverending Nig