"Mom, don't worry about it. Vincent should have thought this day would come sooner or later if he dared to give me these dolls!"
When everyone understood the reason, the way they looked at me changed, and they all accused me of being too dramatic.
"Just because of a claw machine? Because of these dolls?"
I nodded.
I know it's really outrageous to get a divorce over a claw machine.
But they don’t know that these dolls are not ordinary dolls at all!
Margaret tore up the indictment, pointed at my nose and cursed:
"You're such a jerk! My son holds you in his arms like a treasure, how dare you treat him like this? What right do you have to file for a divorce? Do you deserve it?"
"Eleanor, after ten years with no child, you should be grateful Vincent hasn't replaced you!"
Vincent stood by and watched me being beaten and scolded, his expression gradually changing from anger to helplessness.
There was even a hint of indulgent wry smile, as if he was looking at a unreasonable child.
He sighed and took a tissue to clean my nosebleed:
"Honey, have you been under too much pressure lately because of preparing for pregnancy? It's all my fault. I shouldn't have gotten you an eyesore with a lifelike doll..."
I took a step back to avoid his hand:
"Don't touch me. If you really feel sorry for me, just sign the postnup with zero settlement and then turn yourself in!"
Vincent's face froze slightly, but soon returned to its gentle and helpless expression:
"Wife, what are you talking about? Just because you don't like the gift I gave you that much, do I feel guilty?"
"I'm not kidding. You still have a chance to turn yourself in before the police arrive."
Everyone's eyes widened, looking at me as if I were a psychopath:
"Police? You called the police just because of a claw machine?"
My father couldn't believe it. He was so embarrassed that he slapped the other half of my face without hesitation.
"Nonsense! If you ask me, it's because Vincent loves you too much that he's spoiled you into this ignorant and insolent person!"
"Your mother has been married to me for decades, and I've never even accepted a single rose from her, nor have I ever seen her make a scene! And yet you actually dared to let Vincent sign the postnup with zero settlement? Where do you get the nerve to do that?"
With someone's support, Vincent's expression finally changed.
He stared at me intently, the smile on his lips disappearing little by little:
"Eleanor, are you sure you want to make such a scene?"
I didn't answer, but held the scissors tightly and continued to take the doll apart.
The police arrived faster than I expected.
"Who called the police?"
Everyone looked at me with dissatisfaction.
The leading policeman looked around and his eyes fell on me.
Vincent spoke first:
"Comrade police officer, it's me! Sorry to bother you. I called the police impulsively because I thought my house was burglarized. Now I've figured out it was all a misunderstanding. I'm sorry you came here for nothing!"
Sure enough, Vincent did not surrender himself.
I no longer had any illusions about him and stepped forward to stop the police:
"I've called the police too! These dolls have a hidden meaning. They'll stare at you no matter how you arrange them!"
Vincent sighed and explained to the police helplessly:
"My wife is under so much pressure to get pregnant that it's inevitable that we'll have some arguments..."
He picked up another doll from the ground and smiled at me warmly:
"Wife, this is the mystery you mentioned."
He turned the doll's head, and the glass eyes indeed flickered as the angle changed.
"This is a patent I designed specifically for you. It just hasn't been released yet. Look, the doll's eyes can automatically lock onto your position and then rotate 360 degrees."
He looked at me affectionately and continued gently:
