Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 2

Isabel’s expression froze. It seemed she hadn't anticipated that her own son would be so completely focused on Selena.

"Oh, Mom," Oliver said, "you know those good luck charms you bring back from the chapel every month? The ones you draw yourself? Can you draw one for me? I keep messing it up, and if it's not perfect, it won't work."

As he spoke, he shoved a fine-tipped brush into her right hand. He was careless, and a sharp pain shot through her arm, causing a cold sweat to break out on her forehead.

"Oliver, can't you see that my right hand is injured?" she asked, her voice tight and trembling.

"I see it," Oliver interrupted impatiently. "Mom, will your hand be better today? I'm in a hurry."

A chill washed over Isabel. She had nothing left to say. The pain was making it hard to speak anyway.

"Mrs. Blackwell, are you alright?" Martha, the housekeeper, rushed in. She helped Isabel back to the bed and called for a doctor.

After an examination, the doctor was stern. "This hand needs to be cared for meticulously. It cannot withstand any more external force, or it could affect her ability to perform even basic daily tasks."

Martha thanked the doctor. When she turned around, Oliver was gone, and so was the nourishing soup she had left on the table.

"Mrs. Blackwell, I'll go find the young master. I'll be right back."

Isabel remained stunned, her face pale and her expression dazed.

After Martha left, Isabel slowly got up, walked to the table, and picked up the brush. Then, she too left the room.

Around a corner, she heard Martha's voice. "Young master, what are you doing? Shouldn't you be with your mother?"

"I'm taking this soup to Auntie Selena."

"But I made that for your mother," Martha said, trying to take his hand. "Come on, let's go back to her."

"No," Oliver insisted, clutching the thermal container. "I was supposed to be with Auntie Selena anyway. Dad only made me come because he said Mom would get mad at Auntie Selena if I didn't."

Isabel suddenly laughed, a hollow sound devoid of warmth. Her eyes were cold and desolate. This was the husband she had loved for a decade. And the son she had nearly died giving birth to, suffering an amniotic fluid embolism that almost cost her everything.

How perfect. Just perfect.

Wiping away a tear, she made a decision. She walked straight to Selena's hospital room.

"Little butterfly, fly away..."

Selena was playing a game with Oliver. Adrian sat on the sofa opposite them, watching. A perfect, happy family of three. Isabel felt like an intruder, a trespasser disrupting their idyllic life.

She tightened her grip on the doorknob, the knuckles of her left hand turning white from the pressure. Yet when she spoke, her voice was steady and resolute.

"Adrian, I want a divorce."