That wasn’t all. As Shermaine stood there, her senses sharpened. A sickly sweet perfume lingered in the air, and she realized with a jolt that it wasn’t her scent—she didn’t wear perfume.
Shermaine stood there for what felt like forever, tears falling without warning.
She had never imagined that her life would be in such shambles.
Shermaine wasn’t naive—she knew this was all Melanie’s doing. It was a deliberate provocation, a declaration of possession.
Shermaine quickly regained her composure and opened the bathroom door. Then she grabbed two bottles of red wine and went to find Ezra.
Pretending like nothing was wrong, she smiled sweetly at him.
“Ezra, how about we have a drink tonight?”
Ezra didn’t answer immediately, likely still deciding whether to meet with Melanie later.
But Shermaine’s unexpected gentleness softened his heart, and he agreed.
A few glasses of wine later, Ezra, normally able to hold his liquor, had flushed cheeks. He clung to Shermaine, repeating over and over how much he loved her.
Shermaine, calm and collected, pulled out the divorce papers from her bag. In a gentle tone, she coaxed him.
“Ezra, I love you too. Come on. Be a good boy and sign the papers.”
Ezra, like a puppet with no will of its own, complied.
Once he had signed the divorce agreement, Shermaine stood up slowly, showing no mercy. With a gentle push, she sent the dazed Ezra tumbling to the floor.
Shermaine smiled as tears blurred her vision.
She retrieved the prepared gift box and began placing one item after another inside.
One, two, three, four, five…
Each piece was neatly arranged before the box was packaged nicely.
She gazed down at the unconscious Ezra on the floor, her eyes devoid of warmth.
With a light voice, she spoke, “Ezra, don’t blame me. I’m just returning the favor. You could drug me—why couldn’t I do the same?”
