I Held Our Dying Sons While She Fed Steak to Her 'Best Friend' novel Chapter 7

How could people be this shameless?

Twisting the truth without a second thought? 

I turned to Emma. 

"Is that what you told them?"

"No, honey, I never said that!"

Emma threw herself at me, sobbing, looking utterly pitiful.

Her mom yanked her back.

"Emma, he's already trying to divorce you! Why are you still begging?"

Then she turned to me, her voice sharp and full of anger.

"Listen, if you want a divorce, fine."

"But you're leaving with nothing!"

I laughed.

After twisting the truth so much, this was their real goal all along.

I made over two million a year.

Over time, I'd saved more than five million.

Emma and I also co-owned a house worth eighteen million.

All that talk about repaying their grandson's life? Bullshit.

Mike and James were gone, and she was still using them.

That was my breaking point.

"I won't take a penny that isn't mine."

"But what's mine? No one's taking that from me."

"You little bastard, we said you're leaving with nothing."

"Don't you get it?"

Her dad jabbed a finger at me, his face red with fury.

"You're agreeing to this whether you like it or not!"

I locked eyes with him, my blood boiling.

"I don't care what you say. I'm not agreeing."

His rage exploded.

He raised his hand and swung at me.

Emma broke free from her mother's grip and grabbed his wrist.

"Dad, this is between me and William."

"Stay out of it! Just leave!"

"Emma, how can you say that? I'm trying to help you!"

Her dad glared at her.

Emma shook her head frantically, her hair a mess.

"I don't want your help! Please, just go!"

"If you don't, I swear I'll jump off this balcony!"

Her parents froze, terrified.

They panicked and told her to calm down, promising to leave immediately.

As soon as they were gone, Emma clung to me, crying harder.

"Please, honey, I know I messed up!"

"I'm begging you, don't leave me."

'I swear, I'll be a good wife from now on."

I didn't believe a word she said.

"Go be a good wife to Lucas."

Her expression twisted in frustration.

"Why won't you believe me?"

"Nothing happened between me and Lucas!"

I wasn't going to argue.

"Tomorrow morning at nine, bring your ID. We're filing for divorce."

"I'm not getting divorced!" Emma said firmly.

"It's not up to you."

"I have photos of you and Lucas getting cozy."

"Proof that you cheated."

"In court, the judge will grant me a divorce."

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