Chapter 6
Clarissa refused to leave, but I didn’t bother wasting time arguing. I called security and had them thrown out.
I wasn’t going to let some homewrecker and her bastard kids enjoy this house for free–even if I never set foot in it again.
At the same time, I sent people to change the locks on every single property under Gabriel’s name.
With nowhere else to go, Clarissa and her children ended up in a hotel.
Two days later, Gabriel was temporarily bailed out by his assistant.
He came straight to me.
It had only been two days, but he looked like hell–sunken eyes, stubble everywhere, and a face pale and worn out.
Red–eyed and choking back tears, he muttered, “Stephie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to kill Nicho… I didn’t know he was that weak. I just wanted to scare you, that’s all…”
“Save it!” I snapped. “What’s the point of crying now? Nicho is dead! No amount of tears will bring him back!
“Where were you when he died? When was his tiny body cremated? When we buried him, where the hell were you?! With her, with those illegitimate kids! And now you dare stand here pretending to grieve?”
I tilted my head back, forcing the tears to stay in.
Gabriel’s face flushed with shame. He opened his mouth but couldn’t say a word.
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After a long pause, he rasped, “Stephie, where is Nicho buried? I want to see him.”
“You don’t deserve to see him.”
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He covered his face as tears slid down his chin, dripping onto the floor. “Stephie, I really get it now… Nicho was my first child. I still remember the joy I felt the day he was born. I raised him as the heir to the Marcy family. I’m devastated too. Please, take me to him. Just once…”
But I didn’t care about his tears or his regrets.
He didn’t cherish him when he was alive, so what use was his guilt now?
I pulled the divorce papers from my bag and threw them at him.
“Gabriel, let’s divorce. We split everything down the middle. From now on, you go your way, and I go mine. We’re done.”
“Divorce?” He froze, then immediately shook his head. “No, Stephie, I’m not divorcing you!”
“What’s left in this marriage that’s even worth saving?”
He grabbed my hand in panic, trying to stop me. “Stephie, I’ve always loved you. You’re my wife–my real wife. We walked down the wedding aisle together, side by side. I can’t divorce you. Take everything–the shares, the houses, the cars. I don’t care. Just don’t leave me!
“And as for Clarissa… she was just a fling. If she hadn’t used the twins to threaten me, I would’ve never kept her around… If you don’t want her here, I’ll get rid of them right now.”
“Don’t bother.” I yanked my hand free, voice cold. “Gabriel, I’ve made up my mind. No matter how much you beg, this marriage is over.”
And with that, I walked away without looking back.
