I Divorced Him After He Burned Me for Her

After Leon returned to his room, I noticed a new email in my inbox—an invitation to join the company after my successful interview. In just a week, I would start my new job.

The next morning, I got up to find that Leon had already prepared a delightful breakfast for Isla. To my surprise, he had even made some for me.

“Miranda, you’re up just in time! Leon went out of his way to make breakfast, so come and join us,” Isla said enthusiastically, acting like she was the lady of the house.

I hadn’t even spoken when Leon gave me a cold look. “Miranda, Isla is being considerate. Don’t be ungrateful.”

Remembering the two hundred thousand dollars, I reluctantly sat down. Just as I was about to serve myself some soup, Isla’s hand slipped, spilling the bowl and splattering a few drops onto her hand.

Hearing Isla’s cries of pain, Leon shoved me aside and knocked over the big soup bowl on the table, spilling its contents all over my arm.

Leon, oblivious to my situation, was solely focused on Isla and started scolding me. “Miranda, do you have any idea how hot this soup is? Do you know how much it hurts if it splashes on you?”

I looked at my own arm with a sardonic smile. Of course, I knew how much it hurt.

When Leon saw I wasn’t responding, he turned around angrily, only then noticing the state I was in. A look of surprise flashed across his face, and he put down Isla’s hand, hurrying to my side. “Why weren’t you more careful? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“No need,” I replied coolly, turning to head to the bathroom. After rinsing the burn with cold water, I saw that Leon had already bandaged Isla’s hand.

“If you’re okay, why don’t you come with us to the department store? Isla wants to go shopping.”

I agreed, not expecting that the department store would catch fire.

By the time the alarm sounded, the fire was already spreading, and the third floor had just one escape route still open. As we ran for it, Leon shielded Isla as they made their way out.

As they passed me, Isla stuck her foot out, tripping me. I fell to the ground, losing my chance to escape.

With the fire growing larger, I could only run to the restroom and try to save myself. Despite all my efforts, the smoke overwhelmed me, and I fell unconscious.

I came to briefly only when the firefighters found me. As they prepared to take me to the hospital, the last ambulance was blocked from leaving.

And who was blocking it? Leon.

“Her arm was cut open. With such a big wound, shouldn’t you tend to her first?” Leon shouted angrily, holding Isla, who had a small cut on her arm.

The cut was only about an inch long and had already stopped bleeding.

“Her injury isn’t serious. You can go to the nearest hospital for cleaning and bandaging. Please don’t block the ambulance; we have more critical patients to rescue!”

But Leon insisted, stopping the ambulance from leaving. “Do you want me to report you? Make sure you can’t work in this field anymore!”

“The life of a patient takes precedence. You can complain all you want,” one of the paramedics said, as they lifted my stretcher onto the vehicle.

When the medics on the ambulance asked for my family contact, I overheard Leon from outside mentioning my name.

“Miranda must’ve already made it out. She’s not worth worrying about.”

I shook my head. “I have no family.”