A Heart Shattered by Love

I glanced at the glass of wine she handed me. My eyes grew cold. "I don't drink. I'm allergic," I replied quietly.

Cecilia bit her lip, feigning innocence, then turned toward me. "But Rebecca, I really wanted to apologize to you."

I stared at her, watching her put on that innocent act while feeling increasingly detached.

Noting my silence, she continued with mock distress, "Does this mean you won't forgive me? I really am sorry. You're not that petty, are you?"

Hearing her words, Evan looked at me. He was clearly annoyed, and his voice was tinged with irritation. "Is it really necessary to be this petty? She's already apologized sincerely."

I turned toward him, suppressing my anger. My voice was cold but controlled. "I just need a few minutes of your time. Can we do that?"

He sighed impatiently. "If you drink that glass, then I'll listen."

Taking a deep breath, I raised the glass and forced down the wine in one choking swallow.

Almost instantly, my neck and face burned painfully. My skin prickled, breaking out into hot, swollen hives. My heart started pounding erratically, as though it might burst through my chest.

I pressed my hand against my chest and silently urged myself to hold on for a little longer.

Cecilia immediately covered her mouth, feigning shock. "Oh my gosh, Rebecca. You're really allergic? I'm so sorry. It's all my fault."

Evan furrowed his brows at my reddened face. He sounded slightly anxious. "Why is it so severe this time? Your health really is such a hassle! Should we take you to a hospital?"

I laughed bitterly, looking straight at him. "No, it'll pass soon. I'm only here tonight to have you sign something."

With that, I took out the divorce papers from my bag and placed them in front of him.

Evan froze momentarily. His frown deepened. His expression shifted from confusion to irritation, and finally settled into a cold sneer. "What drama are you trying to pull this time?"

The room fell silent instantly. Every pair of eyes was focused on the divorce agreement in my hand.

Cecilia saw the document, and her lips pulled up in a smug smile. Her eyes were filled with triumph and mockery. "Rebecca, Evan is already busy enough. If you keep causing trouble like this, you'll really be putting him in a tough spot."

I shot her a cold glance but didn't reply. My eyes were locked onto Evan.

Everyone else exchanged awkward glances, not daring to speak. Quietly, they began slipping out of the room.

The door clicked shut, leaving only a tense silence filled with the faint scent of alcohol.

Evan glared at me. Anger was evident in his tone. "Divorce? You're doing this over something so trivial? Why do you always have to make a big deal out of nothing and hold onto such meaningless issues?"

I closed my eyes briefly, fighting to keep my voice steady. I placed the divorce papers on the table and said firmly, "Just sign it. Let's free each other."

The sneer on his face gradually disappeared, his irritation giving way to shock. Clearly, he hadn't expected me to be so resolute.

Ignoring his reaction, I gave him one final glance, then turned and left without looking back.