Chapter 7
“Linda, I was wrong, I admit it. I came here to
beg for your forgiveness.”
“Hit me, yell at me, whatever you need.
Grandpa’s gone now. I’m the only one left to
take care of you. Come back to me, please?”
I shook my head again.
“You’re wrong, David.”
“This isn’t the first time I’ve wanted a
divorce.”
“You should have seen this coming, after all
those times you used Thanksgiving dinner as
a threat.”
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David frowned, searching my face.
“Linda, I know I messed up badly, but I
couldn’t help myself.”
“Everyone kept telling me I only succeeded
because of you and your grandpa. I’m a man,
I wanted to look good in front of others. I
know I was wrong. I’ll change, I promise.”
“I’ll tell everyone you’re my childhood
sweetheart and my wife. Okay?”
He looked sincere.
But his words held no appeal.
“No, David. You’re not a child, and I’m out of
patience.”
“Let’s just end this.”
I slammed the door shut, but a white hand.
darted in.
Caught off guard, I couldn’t stop the door in
time.
A shriek echoed, and I saw Amelia.
Her hand was bleeding, her face a mask of
pain. She looked up at David, her eyes
brimming with tears.
“David, I’m sure Linda didn’t mean to do it.
Don’t be mad at her.”
“I was just being impulsive, I didn’t want you
to be shut out…”
to be shut out…”
She watched David’s face, waiting for
comfort, for him to direct his anger at me.
But Amelia miscalculated.
David slapped her hard across the face.
“You bitch! I was talking to my wife! Who
gave you permission to interrupt?!”
Amelia was stunned, her lips trembling.
“But she hurt my hand! Look, it’s bleeding!
How am I supposed to film with my hand like
this?”
A flicker of triumph crossed her eyes as she
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But David’s response wiped the smirk off her
face.
“You’re never filming again.”
“On my way here, I found out you hired the
paparazzi. You leaked those photos yourself.
Amelia, you’re ruthless!”
Amelia’s tears stopped.
This surprised me.
I always knew Amelia was foolish, but now I
saw her manipulations had all been aimed at
David.
She’d intentionally ruined her own reputation,
knowing David’s protective instincts would
drive him to break up with me. She’d replace
me and gain sympathy, all while I was painted
as the villain.
Clever plan.
“It wasn’t me, David! There’s been a
misunderstanding, let me explain!”
“It was her, that bitch Linda! She must have
bribed them, trying to frame me! Don’t let
that manipulative old woman fool you!”
David slapped her again.
“Linda wouldn’t stoop to such tactics.”
“Amelia, you played me, you played my wife,
and you have the nerve to act innocent? What
are you trying to pull?!”
