Wife’s Bitter Regret

I deleted the messages.

Then, I tossed the high heels into the trash can before I turned to head home.

Just as I reached the front door, I heard voices from inside.

My heart sank as I pressed my finger against the fingerprint scanner.

Beep—

“Fingerprint recognition failed.”

I tried again but I got the same result.

The people inside heard the noise and opened the door. Lawrence stood there, arms crossed and looking down at me with a crooked smirk.

“Persistent little trash, aren’t you? What now? If you’re done making a scene, get lost. Don’t ruin my time with Ysa.”

Fighting back my rage, I glared at him. “This is my house. You’re the ones who should leave.”

Lawrence laughed as if I’d just told the best joke of his life. “Your house? And you can’t even get in? Don’t be ridiculous!

“Ysa was kind enough to let you crash here for a while, and you got the nerve to take advantage of her.”

He pulled out the property deed and flipped it open right in front of me.

It read, [Owners: Ysabel Walter, Lawrence Yelm.]

“Open your damn eyes and see clearly. This apartment belongs to Ysa and me!”

He slapped my face with the deed, eyes brimming with contempt.

“If you don’t leave now, I’ll report you for trespassing!”

I couldn’t believe any of this was happening. I had bought this spacious apartment with every cent I earned in the first year of building my business.

Back then, Ysabel had said that as a woman, she needed a sense of security, and only felt loved if the property was in her name.

I loved her with all my heart and cared deeply for her, so I agreed without hesitation.

I thought it was a testament to our love, but I never imagined it would become a weapon she’d use to betray and humiliate me.

Lawrence suddenly stepped forward and shoved me hard in the shoulder.

Before I could react, the back of my head slammed into the wall behind.

“Who do you think you are to lay a hand on me? This is my house!” I shouted.

“Your house?” he sneered. “It’s written in black and white. What the hell does this house have to do with you?”

That was it. I clenched my fist and swung it at him.

But before it could land, I heard a shrill female voice while my fist was in mid-air.

“Stop it! What are you doing?!”

Ysabel screamed as she came running.

I watched helplessly as she rushed to Lawrence’s side, nervously checking him over from head to toe.

“Lawrence, are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

That concerned tone made it sound as if Lawrence were the victim, the one who’d been wronged.

He took the opportunity to lean into her, playing it up, “My mouth hurts. The moment he saw me, he went crazy. Barged in and started hitting me.”

Ysabel immediately turned to me with her ice-cold stare, like laced with poison.

“Quintus Gill! Haven’t you made enough of a scene?

“You won’t stop until you’ve made a complete spectacle of yourself, will you?”

I looked at her, my heart twisted.

“Ysabel, this is our home since we got married. Have you forgotten?

“You said we’d live here forever. That we’d have a son and a daughter. You said you’d—”

“Our home?” She suddenly burst out laughing, sharp and mocking.

“Quintus Gill, I’ve wanted to leave you for a long time. Let’s get a divorce!”