Let's Get A Divorce

I stared at Kyle in disappointment.

Why did I even agree to marry this guy? He used to look like a Prince Charming to me, but now? Seeing him alone made me want to scream.

Kyle opened his mouth, probably to say something stupid, but Aria cut in.

“Kyle, my foot hurts, and my face is burning. God! Can you check if it’s swollen? I’m worried it’ll ruin tomorrow’s business event.”

Right on cue, Kyle’s attention shifted to her.

Aria collapsed dramatically into his arms, water welling up in her eyes like she was in some soap opera. And there was the handprint I left on her cheek!

It was so red, and I was so proud!

Right then, she cried. Not sure if she's faking it or not, but my stupid husband wiped her tears away like she was a fragile porcelain doll.

He used to be that sweet to me. He’d pick me up when I fell and brush away my tears. Now, I couldn’t even remember the last time he was nice to me.

“Apologize to your sister, Blair.”

Excuse me? I straightened my back and lifted my chin. “No way.”

Kyle blinked. You didn’t expect that, did you?

I used to be careful around him because I liked him. Tried to be perfect so he wouldn’t hate me. Desperate, I know, but nothing I did ever measure up to Aria.

After looking surprised for a second, Kyle went back to cuddling Aria.

No time to stay, I turned to leave, but his voice stopped me.

“Blair, don’t push me.”

Then, a bodyguard stepped in, guiding me back. Kyle lounged there, legs crossed, looking at me like I was an annoying fly.

“Apologize to Aria,” he ordered.

Aria gave me a smug smile and then turned to Kyle with fake sweetness. “It’s okay, Kyle. Blair didn’t mean it.”

Kyle sighed, patting her arm. “Aria, you’re too kind. You treat her like a sister, but she’s never seen you that way.”

After that, he glared at me. “Anyone who hurts Aria will pay double.”

Bullies would corner me and steal my lunch money way back in elementary school. But whenever they did that, Kyle would swoop in and beat the crap out of them to protect me.

That protector was long gone, though.

He's protecting someone else now.

When Kyle signaled the bodyguards, they forced me to my knees. I could feel his satisfaction as I bowed my head. Is this what he wants?

On his cue, a bodyguard stepped forward and raised his hand to hit me. Just then, Aria spoke.

“Kyle, she’s still my sister. Men can be too rough. Let me do it.”

Kyle didn’t care, of course.

He just nodded, and Aria slapped me twice.

Then, she turned to Kyle. “Oh no, Kyle! Did I hit too hard?”

Kyle laughed coldly. “She deserves it, Aria. You should have slapped her harder. You’re too kind.”

Not gonna lie, Aria's slap hurt.

“Don’t be stubborn now, Blair. Apologize.”

Apologize for what? For her talking shirt about my son?

If this had happened before, I would have done what he asked immediately.

But I’ve had enough.

Smiling, I spat the words out, “In your dreams!”