Chapter 8
“No, I…” Soren’s face paled. It was as though he had suffered a heavy blow. His lips quivered, yet he couldn’t bring himself to say
anything.
I thought back to when Juliet helped me out of the fire. I remembered the grating, dry sensation in my throat as I choked on the
fumes.
Not only that, but my stomach hurt, and I bled. The worst part was my entire body hurt, as though all my bones were broken.
I was beyond helpless at that moment. I wanted my darling husband to be there and comfort me. Even when I was drifting in and
out of consciousness, all I pictured was Soren’s face.
I eagerly hoped to see him once I opened my eyes. I wanted to hear him say, “Don’t be scared. I’m here now.”
Alas, none of that happened. Instead, I was alone as I birthed my stillborn child and fainted.
How could I not loathe Soren for it?
Yet, now that I saw his true colors, I suddenly felt there was no point in saying all of that to him. He would never realize his
mistakes. Soren would only prove how “stupid” could have a new meaning.
I had wasted my life staying with him.
With that in mind, I inhaled deeply and said to the cab driver, “Sir, this man cheated on me and caused me to miscarry my child. He won’t stop pestering me even now. Please hurry up and drive.”
“Huh? Oh, I see how it is!” The driver had been eavesdropping the entire time. Now that he knew the truth, he opened the door to
spit at Soren. “Tsk! You bring shame to us men!”
Then, he floored the accelerator and drove into the distance.
Soren didn’t react. It was as though his soul had left his body. When the cab sped off, he fell onto the ground hard and didn’t get back onto his feet for a long time.
Still, it had nothing to do with me anymore.
Juliet and I got out of the cab at a random shopping mall after we got rid of Soren. We bought new dresses and makeup before booking a room at a fancy hotel. Once there, we took a hot shower, stuffed ourselves with food, and napped.
After that, we felt refreshed and recharged as we got our hair done at a salon. We were in good spirits since we were finally rid of the scummy men in our lives.
If I didn’t have to worry about giving Juliet a headache, I would have hired a bunch of cheerleaders to cheer for us at the
courthouse.
