
After the Cruel Marriage Broke Up
Chapter 2
Vincent got angry and slapped me with a dark face.
People in the office, who were discussing just now, all became silent.
The scene became awkward.
"Sandy, how dare you! Do you think it's funny to joke about my mother's life?"
"Yes, Mrs. James, how can you curse your mother-in-law? We all know that she treats you as her own daughter. If she heard what you said, she would be heartbroken."
"That's right. Mrs. James, you're going too far!"
"How can you do this?"
My ears were buzzing due to my high fever. I saw those mouths opening and closing in front of me. Even though I couldn't hear what they were saying clearly, I knew they were all blaming me.
Ignoring them, I yelled at Vincent, "I'm not kidding about her life, but you! She was worried about you and got into a car accident while delivering medicine to you. She died in the hospital."
Vincent was so angry that he asked the security guards to carry me out.
"Sandy, Mom went back to her hometown this morning. Go out in the rain and calm down. Stop causing trouble for me every day!"
The high fever made me feel weak all over, and facing the security guard, I had no resistance at all.
Since Vincent didn't believe me, no matter how much I said, it would be useless.
I was thrown into the heavy rain, and the company returned to its cheerful state before I arrived.
Inside and outside the transparent glass door, there were two different worlds, just like Vincent and me.
I looked away and let the rain cover me.
If it weren't for Jenny, I would have died in the flash flood ten years ago.
If I hadn't had a high fever, Jenny would be in her hometown chatting with my deceased father-in-law before his grave.
But now, she died in an accident.
Although Vincent treated me cruelly, I couldn't leave Jenny alone.
After dealing with Jenny's funeral, I felt as if many days had passed.
Three days later, I just got home from the hospital but found Vincent at home.
Seeing me, he loosened his tie and opened his arms, waiting for me to throw myself into his arms.
In the past, as long as he came home, I would excitedly jump into his arms and act like a spoiled child.
Such loving behavior was our habit before Vivian came into our lives.
After Vivian appeared, Vincent's love for me gradually changed.
Over the past year, I went from being unable to get used to his indifference to slowly getting over him, and now I was totally disappointed in him.
I looked at Vincent's expectant eyes coldly, not understanding what he meant.
Did he think that after throwing me into the rain without any dignity and ignoring me for three days, this embrace could make me forget the past and reconcile with him?
I felt my eyes sore.
After waiting for a few seconds and seeing me standing at the door motionless, Vincent walked to me with an aggrieved look and gently hugged me.
"Are you still angry about what happened that day? You don't even want your favorite hug anymore?
"That day, you hit and bit me in front of my employees. As a boss, I can't let you do whatever you want, right? It was just a game. You've hit me. It's time to calm down. You know my time is precious now. I don't have the time to coax you like I used to."
I pushed him away expressionlessly, feeling sorry for Jenny.
She lost her life because of Vincent's game.
A hug couldn't make me forgive him.
"For your so-called game, you killed your own mother. You don't need to coax me."
Hearing that I was still cursing his mother, Vincent showed a long face.
"Mom is old. Can you be kind and stop cursing her?"
After taking a look at the hemostatic patch on the back of my hand, he pulled me to sit on the sofa and opened a jewelry box.
"The HR said she saw you in the hospital, and then I realized you were sick that day. Why didn't you tell me you were sick? Otherwise, I wouldn't misunderstand you.
"If you said you were sick, I wouldn't allow Vivian to make fun of you or let the security guards throw you out in the rain."
I slapped his hand which was about to put the bracelet on me, and the bracelet fell to the ground and broke into pieces.