All Chapters of May You Have Peace: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

When Greg Davidson found me, I was sitting on the curb, staring blankly into space.On the massive digital billboard across the commercial street, a video of Greg and Chloe O’Malley was playing. The two of them stood side by side, looking up at the fireworks, looking exactly like a deeply devoted couple.Greg suddenly blocked my view and yanked me up to my feet.“It’s late at night! What’s gotten into you? So what if I didn’t make it to your checkup? Why can’t you just be a little reasonable for once?”I froze slightly. In the two years we had been married, reasonable was the word I had heard most from him. Wanting to look at his phone was unreasonable. Wanting to accompany him to public events was unreasonable. Even begging him to go to my prenatal checkups was, apparently, unreasonable.If this had been before, I would’ve immediately lowered my head and apologized. Yet now, looking down at my round belly, I no longer cared about being reasonable.Seeing me ignore him and walk p

The room instantly fell silent. They all exchanged glances, the atmosphere awkward.Greg placed his hand heavily on my shoulder, whispering, “Chloe threw it out. She said it was full of bacteria. She was just looking out for your health.”Looking out for my health? He knew damn well that jar was the last thing my mother left me before she passed. I wasn’t going to eat it, and I wasn’t making Chloe eat it either. Who was she to throw it away without asking?Yet, of course, he only ever lectured me. He never respected me, let alone cared about the things I held dear.Tears began to fall from my eyes. Stunned, Greg reached up to touch my face, but I brushed his hand away. Immediately, Chloe let out a sharp shriek. She threw herself in front of Greg, shielding him with an angry look.“Trisha, I’m the one who threw out the jar! If you have a problem, take it out on me!”Big Ben, who wasn’t happy either, muttered under his breath, “It’s just a stupid jar of homemade pickles. Is it re

Meanwhile, Greg arrived at Chloe’s place, furious for the first time in his life. He couldn’t believe Chloe had faked a suicide attempt just to trick him into going over. The feeling of having been played like a fool instantly brought back bitter memories of the past. Although they had dated for years, Chloe had always been incredibly self-centered, doing countless reckless things whenever the mood struck her. The moment someone newer and more exciting caught her eye, she would start flirting with them; when she suddenly decided to pursue a career abroad, she dumped him without a second thought.He had put up with it when he was younger, but now that he was pushing thirty, he had absolutely no time to play these toxic, life-or-death relationship games with her.Seeing Greg walking toward the door without saying a word, Chloe giggled and wrapped her arms around him from behind.She pouted, complaining, “Well, you ignored me. You didn’t pick up a single one of my calls, and I cried

Greg’s mother’s face was as cold as ice. She snapped at Greg to stop, her voice thick with rage. “Don’t you blame Chloe! I’m the one who wanted to know!”She pointed a finger directly at me and continued, “You are divorcing this bitch tomorrow! You lost your mind back when you insisted on marrying her, and look at what happened. Now she’s gone and killed your baby!”As the words left her mouth, she grabbed a nearby wooden stool and swung it straight toward me. Greg, however, was quick to throw himself in front of me. He grabbed the stool mid-air and roared at her, “Our business is none of your concern! You’ve driven Dad away and forced him into a divorce, and now you’re trying to force my hand too? How many people’s happiness are you planning to ruin?”Greg’s voice, filled with indignation, echoed loudly across the massive living room. His mother’s face instantly drained of color, and her manicured finger trembled as she pointed back at him.“What did you just say? How could yo

I stammered, “Wait… Let me handle things on that side before we talk about this.”Julian’s eyes lit up instantly. Like a young guy head-over-heels in love, he scooped me up and spun me around in the air.I was both thrilled and terrified, and I couldn’t stop crying out in the middle of the night. It wasn’t until a roar came from beneath a streetlight that I snapped back to reality and looked over to see Greg. His expression was terrifying. He looked like a madman who could pull out a knife and kill someone at any second.I looked at him calmly and asked, “Have you thought it through? When are we going to sign the divorce papers?”Greg’s eyes were bloodshot, and he said through gritted teeth, “You just don’t trust me that much?”I smiled. Everyone around him was more important than me. How was I supposed to trust him?Greg glared at Julian and demanded, “Who is he?”I stopped Julian, who was about to speak, and shook my head. “It has nothing to do with you. When are we going to s