Chapter 3 Divorce
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Lynne's POV:
When I arrived at the hospital, Warren hadn't shown up yet. I entered the VIP room he had arranged for Shirley.
The moment she saw me, Shirley's face lit up with a smug smile. "Lynne, I knew you'd come. You're too afraid of Warren to defy him, aren't you?"
"Is that so? That's what you think?" I sneered.
Shirley's expression twisted with anger as she grabbed a pillow, ready to hurl it at me, but the door handle suddenly turned.
She immediately dropped the pillow, replacing her scowl with a soft, pitiful expression. "Lynne," she said gently, "I don't blame you. I know you're upset because Warren and I love each other. I'll apologize, okay?"
"Save your performance!" I snarled, disgusted. "What a shame that you never got an Oscar."
Reaching into my bag, I pulled out a stack of photos and flung them at her face. "Take a good look at what you've done, Shirley. Did you really think I'd keep putting up with your games?"
"Lynne, enough!" Warren roared from behind me. He rushed into the room, placing himself protectively in front of Shirley, his eyes blazing with fury. "Aren't you done yet?" he snapped.
"Warren," Shirley hid behind him, her crocodile tears flowing, "Don't blame Lynne. It's my fault—I made her angry. It's all on me."
"Lynne!" Warren's face turned livid as he growled. "Why can't you leave Shirley alone? She's so kind, yet you keep tormenting her!"
"Kind?" I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. "Your kind Shirley sends me these every time she's with you! I've endured long enough before exposing these shameless deeds!"
I threw another stack of photos at him. The scattered images littered the floor, leaving Warren momentarily stunned.
He hesitated before bending down to pick one up. The picture showed him asleep, his eyes closed, while Shirley rested her head on his shoulder.
"What is this?" His brow furrowed in confusion. "This isn't what it looks like. I must've dozed off on the couch. I didn't—"
"And this one?" I interrupted, hurling another photo at him. "Fresh out of the shower, huh? What did you do with her then? Shirley made sure to leave that to my imagination. I'm guessing it was something wild."
"What?" Warren's face froze, his expression a mixture of disbelief and anger. He turned to Shirley. "What does this mean? I didn't do anything that night—I just took a shower."
"I was just joking with Lynne!" Shirley whispered, curling into the blanket. "I didn't think she'd take it seriously."
"Joking?" I scoffed, my voice dripping with contempt. "I'm not here to apologize to you, Shirley. I'm here to ensure your cheating lover, Warren Sterling, signs the divorce papers!"
Then I turned to Shirley. "Shirley Taylor, seducing someone's husband, wrecking a family—who's the shameless b***h here? Take him. I'm done with this disgusting man. I hope you enjoy being his next victim!"
I spun on my heel, meeting Warren's shocked gaze. My voice was cold and unwavering as I said, "Mr. Sterling, please sign the divorce agreement."
"Lynne!" Warren barked, panic creeping into his tone. But his frustration boiled over, and he shouted, "That's enough! Have you forgotten? You pushed Shirley down the stairs. That's attempted murder!"
He added, "If you apologize to Shirley, I'll let this go, and we'll go home. I haven't had a decent meal in two days."
"You haven't had a decent meal in two days?" I laughed bitterly, tears welling in my eyes. "What about me?"
All he had ever cared for was himself, and he never thought of the pain he had caused me.
"Why don't you let your mistress cook for you?" I retorted. "And about Shirley falling down the stairs—if you don't believe me, you'll believe the stairwell cameras, won't you? Warren, just sign it and don't waste my time!"
Warren stared at me in shock, his mouth agape. He probably didn't expect me to be so resolute.
"Warren!" Shirley cried from the bed, grabbing my hand in a faux display of sorrow. "It's all my fault. If I hadn't fallen for you first, none of this would've happened. Warren, you should choose Lynne. I'll leave..."
Shirley's performance was so convincing that it almost earned my applause. Her delicate sobs and pitiful demeanor once again captured Warren's attention.
Even though he looked defeated, Warren eventually pulled the crumpled divorce agreement from his pocket and signed it.
"I'll give you three million dollars and the villa," he muttered hoarsely. "If you regret this, you can come back anytime."
"Regret?" I snatched the agreement, laughing coldly. "Warren, I'd rather rot in hell than regret divorcing you."
*****
Walking out of the hospital room, I felt utterly drained.
Three years of marriage were over, leaving me broken in a way that felt irreversible.
On the outside, I looked strong, but my heart ached so deeply I could barely breathe. I felt like I was all alone in the world.
But fortunately, I wasn't. I had someone even more important to me.
I pulled out my phone and, with trembling hands, dialed a familiar number. Tears streamed down my face as I choked out, "Grandpa, I want to go home..."
On the other end, my grandfather sighed, his voice warm and loving. "My little princess, have you finally come to your senses?"
"It was my mistake." I sobbed uncontrollably. "I gave him my heart, but he never saw me. He's so cold and..."
"Send me your location," he said firmly. "I'll have your cousin pick you up right away."
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