I screamed until my voice broke.
Ryan went rigid.
There was only one thing in my eyes: disgust.
At last, he understood that I would never forgive him.
I turned, locked myself in the bedroom, and leaned against the door.
The moment I saw the wedding photo on the wall, with his arm around me, I could not bear it.
Without even taking off my shoes, I climbed onto the bed, pulled down the picture, and stabbed his half of the photograph over and over with a pair of scissors.
The depth of my hatred matched how deeply I had once loved him.
Outside the door, he continued repeating the same empty promises.
Once I calmed down, I began packing my belongings. Then I messaged my attorney and said I wanted a divorce.
Before leaving the Carter house, I made Ryan's mother return my son's shell ch
