Semua Bab Yeah, Totally About the Reward Card: Bab 1 - Bab 9

Monica froze. "Raelyn, divorce isn't a joke. If Adrian screwed up, just say so—we'll fix it. But tossing around the D-word? That's serious."I set my fork down. "Not a joke. I'm done. No feelings left, no time to waste. Don't try to fix it—I'm out."Adrian's voice cracked, eyes red. "Babe, what did I do? I know you still love me. Just tell me. If it's about money, I swear—I won't touch another cent."At "money," his parents' faces went dark.Then Sarah—his brother's widow—jumped in, all smiles. "Don't be upset, Donald, Monica. Some things are hard to say in front of everyone. Let me talk to her."She pulled me into her room and locked the door."Raelyn, seriously—what's going on?" she asked, all soft eyes. "You wouldn't act like this for nothing. You okay?"We'd always been chill. Surface-level nice. She never remarried after Derek died, just stayed with the in-laws. Whenever I hit the mall or needed spa company, I'd invite her.I was still debating whether to tell her anything

Adrian stared at the papers, hands shaking. The heart monitor spiked.A doctor rushed over, but he waved them off, clutching his chest. "Babe, I swear I won't touch your money again. I'll give you my whole paycheck, okay?"I didn't flinch. "Keep it. I want the divorce."Monica snapped. She stormed over and slapped me. "How can you be this heartless? My son's in the hospital because of you—and all you want is a divorce? What's wrong with you? Is your heart stone?"I exhaled, touched the stinging side of my face. "He's not my responsibility."When I didn't budge, Sarah rushed in to hold up the shaky Monica."Raelyn, seriously—what's wrong with you? Say it in front of everyone. Why are you divorcing him? I don't believe you're this cold."I met her stare and laughed—sharp and humorless—then slapped her across the face."Whether I'm cold or not? None of your business. Maybe focus on your own mess before coming for mine."She froze, stunned, eyes filling fast.Monica lunged again,

Peter snapped the second he hit the floor, hand raised like he was gonna hit me. "Am I wrong? You're just some desperate whore who can't get enough!"Adrian shoved him back, eyes bloodshot. "Shut up. You don't get to talk about her like that. She's not that kind of girl."Peter kicked the wall, fuming. "You're insane. She's gonna destroy you."That was all Monica and Donald needed to double down.Monica grabbed Adrian's hand, sobbing. "Adrian, open your eyes. She's not who she used to be. Who knows how many guys she's already run around with? And you're still hanging on? Don't throw your life away for her."Donald snorted and threw me a look. "Adrian, real men don't cry over girls. She's not worth it. So what if you lose one? We'll find you someone better."But Adrian didn't even blink. His eyes just locked tighter on me."Enough. I don't want anyone else. There is no one better. I'm not divorcing her—ever. If you make me, I'll kill myself."Dead silence. Everyone froze, furiou

Donald and Monica stumbled back like they'd seen a ghost, muttering stuff like, "No way, this isn't real."Then they snatched my phone. One look at the video—Adrian and Sarah, bare and tangled on the couch—and the denial died fast.Donald grabbed his chest and hit the floor, totally floored by the R-rated disaster playing out.Adrian finally moved. "Dad—Dad, please don't—"Donald shot him a glare and shoved him off. "I don't have a son who trashes every shred of decency. Stay the hell away from me."Monica spun around and smacked Sarah clean across the face. "You nasty little tramp! Derek worshipped you. We all treated you like family, and this is how you pay us back?"Her voice shook with rage. "We begged you to move on—we even offered to help you remarry. You kept sobbing about Derek being your one true love, but turns out you were busy slipping into his brother's bed."You disgusting, lying snake. I should strangle you."Sarah dropped to the floor, ugly-crying. "Monica, no!