Divorcing My Scumbag Husband Is The Best Thing I Ever Did

Trenton looked at me, his expression a mix of shock and turmoil, yet he still chose to stand by Corinne’s side.

“Sonia, let’s end this here today!” he declared, taking Corinne’s hand, ready to walk away.

I stood my ground before them, my expression unyielding, not prepared to relent.

He seemed eager to brush everything aside, expecting me to swallow the bitterness without protest, but I refused to let it slide.

“If you want me to drop this, I’ll consider it. But she must compensate me for my losses and publicly apologize, stating that her actions were a momentary lapse in judgment. Otherwise…” I fixed her with a piercing stare, my eyes chillingly dark.

Fear washed over Corinne's face as the reality of my words sank in. If she complied, her career would be in tatters.

Everyone would perceive her as nothing more than a petty individual driven by jealousy and incompetence.

“Mr. Watkins, please, could you plead my case?” she whispered, her hands trembling slightly as she gazed up at him with tear-filled, imploring eyes.

Seeing me draw nearer, Trenton’s demeanor soured. He urged me to show kindness, advising against acting like a shrew and questioning why I was complicating matters for a young girl.

"Enough! Is it too much to ask for an apology?” I interjected coldly, my glare directed at the two of them, impatience simmering beneath my words.

Corinne jumped at the sound of my voice, a shudder coursing through her, and tears began to stream down her face. She bowed repeatedly, her apologies tumbling out in a rush. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Lynn. I truly didn’t know which pieces were yours. If I had realized you were Mr. Watkins' wife, I would never have touched them.”

“I’ll take the damaged sculptures and see to their restoration. Please, don’t make this any more difficult for me,” she pleaded, trembling as she knelt to collect the scattered remnants of the pieces.

I stole a glance at Trenton; his expression was shadowed with anger, his fists were clenched tightly at his sides, and his bloodshot eyes dulled into me.

Those tearful, manipulative words had clearly struck a chord deep within him.

My gaze turned cold as I regarded Corinne, no longer able to mask the contempt swelling in my heart.

“Ah—”

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, her anguished cry pierced the air.

I turned to see a jagged fragment had sliced her palm, blood cascading through her fingers and pooling onto the sculpture.

“I’m so sorry, Ms. Lynn! I really didn’t intend for this to happen!” she implored, her eyes brimming with fear as she looked at me, trembling at the thought of my retaliation.

“Enough, Sonia! How long are you going to keep up this nonsense?” Trenton quickly shed his jacket, wrapping it around her wounded palm.

He shot me a look, his brows furrowed in anger. “Why are you making this difficult for a young girl? Didn’t we endure similar struggles? Are you really that narrow-minded?”

Bitterness pricked at my nose, threatening to spill over.

As a sculptor, I was accustomed to the sting of sharp stones cutting into my skin.

If someone couldn’t endure this minor inconvenience, they might as well stay home.

“Me, narrow-minded? You certainly have a knack for twisting things,” I replied, a bitter laugh escaping my lips at the absurdity of it all.

In his eyes, it felt as if everything I did was wrong, even the simple act of breathing.

“Unreasonable!” he shot back coldly, taking Corinne’s hand and striding away without a second glance.

As I watched him leave with such determination, a surge of anger coursed through me.

My vision blurred, and I quickly grasped the nearby railing for support.

Gazing down at the blood-stained fragments scattered on the ground, I allowed a bitter smile to creep across my lips.

A sense of grievance surged within me, wrapping around my chest like a vice, each breath filled with searing pain.

I discreetly took out my depression medication, letting a pill dissolve on my tongue. It had been a month, and yet he had failed to see my quiet battle.