Chapter 4
William scoffed and waved dismissively.
“Alright. You’re just jealous. Fine, I’ll have Sharon move out.” Then, without caring how I struggled, he forced me
into the car.
The city lights blurred past the window. William started bragging about my upcoming birthday plans like he deserved a medal.
I said nothing, just listened. The more he talked, the more it felt like he was walking me to someone else’s bed with his own hands. The pain in my chest felt like it was tearing apart from within.
Back at the hospital ward, he rushed off to comfort Sharon, who was having a nightmare.
I curled up in bed, clutching my torn-up stomach, while the sounds of their pleasure echoed through the wall all night.
The next time I opened my eyes, it was noon. Sharon stood by my bedside, holding a box of steaming hot instant lasagna.
“Sorry, Marcella. Mr. Garnier made you a birthday cake himself this morning,” she said sweetly. “But I accidentally spilled it, so I fed it to the dog. This one’s pretty much the same.”
I ignored her and started getting dressed. Suddenly, she shrieked and dumped the lasagna all over herself.
“Marcella! I already apologized-why would you do this to me?” she cried, clutching her arm. Her pale skin reddened immediately.
I turned-and caught William’s slap straight to my face. His eyes burned with fury.
“Marcella! Apologize to Sharon. On your knees!”
Expressionless, I turned and kept walking.
“.
He yanked my arm and slammed me hard against the wall. I heard something crack. He froze, startled by the sound, then reached out like he didn’t know what to do.
But Sharon threw herself into his arms, sobbing like a scene from a drama. After a beat, he chose.
He scooped her up and said over his shoulder, “Cella, burns scar easily. I need to get Sharon to the doctor first.”
“What about me?” I wiped the blood from my lips and gave a soundless laugh. “William, I’m your wife.”
He stared at me, stunned, and said nothing. Then he turned and walked out, locking the door behind him.
By dusk, Sharon rolled in on a wheelchair. She wore the birthday dress I had custom-made a month ago.
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Smiling, she said, “Marcella, my clothes got dirty. Mr. Garnier insisted I wear your dress.” She spun in a circle and added, “He said a white dress like this should only be worn by a clean woman.”
I lay on the floor, broken and voiceless.
Suddenly, she grabbed my chin and shoved a few pills into my mouth. As I gagged and clawed at my throat, she sat back smugly.
“What a shame Mr. Lucian couldn’t make it tonight. You’ll just have to settle for Mr. Lincoln.
“They say he’s got some unusual tastes. So I brought you some toys.” She tapped the armrest of her wheelchair. “You’re gonna love it.”
After she left, I looked up at the clock. Ten minutes left.
I took off my wedding ring and signed the divorce papers.
At exactly seven, the sky outside exploded in blue fireworks – brilliant and endless. Crowds lined the riverside, watching in awe.
William stood by the restaurant’s floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the fireworks, waiting for me.
He waited for me to run into his arms like always, laughing and kissing him.
But by 7:30 p.m., I still hadn’t shown up.
Just as he turned to ask Sharon where I was, his phone rang. It was the board.
“Mr. Garnier, the Jallot family has a new heir. They’ve just announced they’re pulling all investment from the Garnier Group!”
His brow furrowed.
“What kind of joke is that? Marcella’s parents are dead-what heir?
“Even if they pull out, so what? The Garnier Group doesn’t need their money.”
Before the caller could finish, Sharon burst in, her face pale with terror.
“Mar… Marcella is dead!”
By the time William arrived, the police were already at the scene.
“Autumn currents are brutal,” one officer said. “Recovering anyone’s body is nearly impossible. People who jump in … they rarely survive.
“And we found this near the spot where she jumped.”
It was a wedding ring-and a signed divorce agreement.
