The Villainess Reached The End Of The Story

To salvage their relationship, my mother had tried talking to this woman, but the latter refused.

She tried again. This time, she went to the company to find that woman.

When the woman finally came downstairs, she was holding onto her husband’s arm.

The moment my father saw my mother, he immediately shielded the woman behind him.

My mother laughed at that.

“Aren’t you going to explain yourself, Shawn?” she asked.

My father did not answer my mother. Instead, he turned around to say a few things to the woman before asking her to leave.

Once she did, he tried to hold my mother’s hand.

He did not defend himself. He just confessed that he had fallen for another woman while apologizing to my mother and slapping himself.

Then, he fell to his knees and begged my mother not to file for a divorce.

My mother remained silent for a long time before she left.

When he thought that my mother would still insist on their divorce the next day, my mother forgave him, much to his surprise.

However, while she was fine with not divorcing him, he had to cut ties with the woman.

Then, things changed, and the woman sought my mother out.

My mother refused to see her, and she came to our house to find my father.

When he saw how pathetic his lover looked, he gave in to the pity in his heart as he left with her.

He only came back one month later.

It was dark that day, and it was pouring. My father came back drenched and smelling of rain.

Just as my mother thought that her cheating husband had finally come home because he realized how good a wife she was, he threw a stack of photos in her face. The sharp corners of the photos cut into her face.

It was then that she woke up from her dream. My father had not come to reconcile. He had come to confront her.

“Willow, you’ve become even more disgusting. I feel sick just looking at your face. How could you be such a horrible person? You know just how important the party is to Yvonne, and you still had people ostracize her?

“Don’t you know how many all-nighters she pulled for the sake of the party? Are you even human? Does the idea of someone else becoming successful annoy you that much?”

My mother was stunned. She never expected her husband of many years to fly into a rage for someone else.

In an instant, all the hurt she felt burst forth.

“Yeah, I can’t stand that she’s becoming successful. Why should a homewrecker’s life improve? Why aren’t you asking me how many times I’ve cried for you or how many all-nighters I’ve pulled for your career?

“Why should she become successful?!” she cried out hysterically. Then, like a wilted flower, she grabbed her hair, curled up, and started crying.

The cold raindrops fell on her collar, extinguishing all her passion for the relationship.

My father continued staring at her coldly.

He found this situation familiar.

In the past, whenever she cried this way, his heart would ache for her.

However, all he could think about at that moment was getting out of there.

So, he said, “Let’s get divorced.”

My mother’s mind turned blank, and she slapped his left cheek.

My father was stunned.

“I can’t believe you had the guts to say that. It’s your fault that we’ve ended up this way! I don’t understand it. All other couples will choose to face their problems when something pops up in their marriage, but you chose to get rid of me and cheat on me!”

My father flew into a rage. After all, they seldom put up with each other whenever they got into an argument, not even when they were children.

So, he shoved her against the mirror.

“What about you? Have you ever taken a look at yourself?”

Then, they looked at the woman in the mirror.

Her hair was messy. She had a long cut on her face, and her eyes were dull and bloodshot.

Before all her sadness and anger could disappear, she saw this, and she was stunned as she stared at herself.

At that moment, she remembered looking into this very mirror for the first time when they got married. They had been smiling back then.

Yet at present, one of the faces was filled with disgust, and the other with anger.

Suddenly, she thought that it was meaningless for her to get hung up on whether she should or should not get divorced.

There was no longer any love between them. It was not as if she could not live without him.

When they signed the divorce agreement, my mother checked the signed agreement multiple times.

Then, her attorney asked her whether something was wrong.

However, she simply said, “We’ve been married for years. I need a proper goodbye.”

She picked up the sheets of paper and said in exhaustion, “I just hope that we won’t see each other again.”