Love's Retribution: Seeking Justice from an Ex

I went to the lobby to pay my bill.

In the crowd, I spotted Devon with Marisa by his side.

He was helping her with her medicine, being all careful.

"The doctor said there might be scarring. Luckily, I'm not like Candy. If she got hurt, it would be a never-ending drama," Marisa said.

Devon said, "Marisa, you're so understanding. If only Candy had half your senses... Now I regret marrying her."

I walked up to them and coldly said, "Maybe the one who should regret it is me."

In the years I spent with Devon, I lost more than just a bag of sandwiches.

I lost my child, my career, and my future.

I lost myself because of Devon.

"Candy!" Devon exploded when he saw me. "Are you done yet? Making a scene at home wasn't enough; now you come to the hospital and make a fool of yourself? You hurt Marisa, and I'm just here to help her bandage up. What's wrong with that?"

"Candy is like this. Luckily, I've always been more like a man, without those annoying traits," said Marisa.

Devon's face darkened further. If it weren't for the number of people around, he would have yelled at me just like before.

"This is enough. So what if we ate your sandwiches? You burned Marisa's hand," he said.

Mentioning Marisa's injury made Devon look distressed.

Since my mom got sick, I had been running back and forth between home and the hospital.

Once, I accidentally fell down the stairs and broke my leg. When I called him for a ride to the hospital, he complained and refused to help.

He even blamed me for getting hurt on purpose instead of cooking for him properly.

"Devon, who is she to you? When my mom was sick, you weren't so filial," I said.

"Shut up!" Devon's forehead bulged with anger.

"Devon, I'm fine. I'm not some delicate girl. I just burned my arm. Just help me out for a few days, okay? Don't fight with Candy," Marisa chimed in.

Devon glared at me. "I meant to let this go if you just apologized. But you're being unreasonable. From now on, Marisa will stay at our place, and you'd better take care of her until her burn heals.

"You're no longer fit to be my wife. You're just a maid now. So what if you lost a bag of sandwiches? If Marisa wants anything to eat, you better figure out how to make them.

"Otherwise, I'll kick you out. See if you can survive without me."

His hurtful words didn't stir any emotions in me anymore.

My love for him had already vanished along with my mother and child.

I remained indifferent.

I said, "Let's get a divorce."

I didn't want to say anything more.

The constant blows and bad news had exhausted me.

I just wanted to go home and rest. I would deal with everything after sleeping.

But when I reached home, I was shocked by what I saw.