The Good Wife Quit のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

[Emily clawed her way up. How could she compete with Celine, the girl who sat next to him every day?]At seventeen, I would've left the chat, grabbed Adrian's phone, deleted Celine, made him swear I was the only one.But I'm twenty-seven now.When I heard she was back, I stood in the kitchen, spatula in hand. It shook, just a little.I flipped the egg. "Good."Everyone knew how intense Celine and Adrian used to be.Everyone also knew how bad I looked next to her.The second my best friend Marie heard Celine was back, she showed up ready to fight."If Adrian brings her home, I'm going off."I set breakfast on a porcelain plate and slid it to her. "She's too proud for something that tacky."Showing up at a wife's house like she owned it? Lowest move.But Celine wouldn't need to. Adrian would pick her anyway.That's why I said I was worse.Because I did exactly that.I slipped in while they were fighting, taking advantage of the opening when neither of them would back down.

After that, Adrian's mom, Claudia, rushed over.Not for me.She slipped between us, warm and easy with Celine. I got pushed out while the three of them chatted and laughed like I wasn't there.When it turned sentimental, Claudia dabbed her eye. "I still remember you and Adrian joking about getting married in our house."Celine's voice went soft. "Mrs. Sandford..."I pressed my lips together, head down.I didn't have to look. I could feel the stares—sharp, eager, mocking.I'm the climber. The nobody who slipped in while Celine was gone.So what was the point of all those years trying to please Claudia?Cheap.And my husband—Maybe he was caught up in it too. He stood there, blank, but his hand kept tightening.So yeah. He never loved me.I stood there, quiet, awkward, until—Celine looked up at me, something unwilling in her eyes. "Is she your wife?" Her voice shook, barely holding it together.Finally, we stood side by side. The gap was obvious.Even I felt it.I force

I said it from the start—I'm the worst one.Or maybe just weak. Pathetic.Seven years with Adrian. Seven years of that cold face, plus his friends constantly coming at me.It wore me down.Out of all of them, Zane was the worst.He used to look down on me. Mock me. Tear me apart in public more times than I could count.So I got close to him on purpose.Played soft. Played small.Then I pulled him in, little by little—until he fell.My plan was simple—cut him off the second I divorced Adrian.But Zane caught on.So I found a younger, broke college kid and kept it platonic.When Zane found out, he looked me up and down and sneered. "You're just a bad girl playing sweet. You really think you can compare to Celine? Adrian must be blind to marry you."I didn't deny it.If I could scheme my way into marrying Adrian, what did that make me?The hurt, the obedience, the way I never fought back—it was all an act.I thought he'd tell Adrian.He didn't. He used it.He stared me d

I didn't expect him to say it now.Instead of waiting for him to say it, I figured I'd say it first.I looked at him. "Adrian, let's get a divorce."The weight in my chest finally lifted. I felt lighter than I had in days.The car went quiet. Heavy.Adrian gripped the wheel, saying nothing for a long time.I lowered my head, rubbing the ring mark on my ring finger with my other index finger."Celine's still as beautiful as she was in college. Seeing you two together... it took me back to freshman year, when you went on stage as reps. The way you looked at each other—you were in sync."Adrian's gaze darkened. His grip on the wheel tightened.Once I started, I found the courage to keep going. "I chased you forever, remember? In the end, it only happened after Celine got a new boyfriend. You got drunk out of spite, I went to pick you up, and you sneered and said we should get married."Right after, you told me it was just a marriage in name. Your mom threw a bank card at me and

I don't even remember how I got back to that quiet house.The alcohol churned with the nausea. I barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up, over and over, until I could hardly stand.Tears slipped out without warning—not because he left, but because of the humiliation. The kind that sinks deep and won't let go.He saw it. He could've asked. Could've gotten mad.Instead, he picked the cruelest option.Indifference.And just like that, I knew who mattered to him.***My phone rang.Tyler.He sounded like he had to work up the nerve. "Millie... are you okay? About that message earlier—""I'm fine."I cut him off, voice rough. "Don't... contact me again."I hung up before he could say anything. Then I turned my phone off.Everything about this world felt exhausting.I curled up on the couch. No idea how much time passed before I heard the door open.Adrian came back, reeking of alcohol.He stumbled in, tie loose, eyes unfocused—messy in a way I almost never saw.H