The comments below were all Nigel's friends, egging them on.
The little missus is living the good life!
Leona, happy again, huh?
When are we getting wedding candy? Little missus~
I stared at those three words until they burned. My throat ached like I'd swallowed needles.
I tapped "like" without thinking, then immediately took it back.
Sure enough, the next second Leona's message popped up.
Don't get the wrong idea.
There's nothing going on between me and Nigel.
I didn't bother replying.
After I got Zachery to sleep, I sat motionless on the bed until dawn.
When the clock hit six, I finally picked up my phone and called my father.
"Dad..."
My voice cracked the moment the word left my mouth.
All the hurt, all the grief, came flooding out. I couldn't stop crying.
On the other end, Dad panicked, asking me over and over what was wrong.
I sniffled and steadied my breathing. "Dad, I want to come home."
He didn't ask a single question. All he said was, "Okay."
"Mom and I are coming to get you."
I broke down all over again.
It wasn't long before I received the divorce agreement Dad had drafted. I forwarded it to Nigel without a second thought.
He didn't respond.
His parents beat the message home.
"Mom, Dad, you're—"
"You want to divorce Nigel?"
They cut me off before I could finish, practically tripping over themselves to speak.
"Lorraine, sweetheart, tell me why you want a divorce," Joan Delgado said.
"If Nigel's really in the wrong, I won't take his side. I promise."
She took my hands and sat me down, her voice dripping with concern.
Every word out of her mouth circled back to the same point: divorce would only hurt me. I shouldn't act on impulse.
"You're a young woman who married so far from home. If you divorce, where will you even go?"
The same sentiment, dressed up in different words.
I'd heard it before.
I pulled my hands free. "Why wouldn't I have somewhere to go? Getting married doesn't mean I stopped having a family."
Percival Delgado and Joan exchanged a look.
"That's not what she meant," Percival said.
"She feels bad for you, coming all this way just to be treated like this."
"Lorraine, honey, couples fight. You make up. You don't file for divorce over one bad dinner!"
Joan smacked him on the shoulder, a silent warning to shut up.
That was when it clicked. They hadn't come for me. They'd come to do Nigel's talking for him.
"And what about the baby?" Percival pressed. "If you divorce, what happens to him?"
"You really want him growing up with a stepmother?"
I looked at the two of them, their faces arranged in practiced concern, and felt something go cold inside me.
"The baby comes with me."
"And this divorce is happening."
The moment they saw my resolve, their expressions shifted.
Percival glared at me, all pretense gone. "I told them not to go after some pampered city princess, but did anyone listen?"
"They made me fake being sick just to trick her into coming back here to marry and settle down!"
"We didn't pay a cent in bride price, and she didn't bring a cent in dowry either!"
The words hit me one after another, each more absurd than the last. My heart skipped a beat.
"You faked your illness?"
My whole body was shaking.
"Dad, I brought you here to help, not to make things worse!" Nigel's voice came from the doorway.
He stormed in, flushed and frantic.
Leona was right behind him.
After a few sharp words, Percival went quiet.
"Nigel." My voice was barely holding together. "Explain. Now."
"You made your father fake an illness to trick me into coming back here and marrying you?"
I jabbed my finger at his face, fury flooding every vein.
Back then, Nigel had promised my parents we'd stay in Seaview City. It was only because of his father's "illness" that we'd moved back here at all.
