I Married Him to Save My Mom, Then Destroyed Him

Chapter 4 You're Really Pushing It

While spouting those pathetic words, she shot me a triumphant, gloating smirk from behind his back.

I laughed and clapped my hands slowly. "Bravo. No wonder you used to be an actress. You play the fragile, innocent victim to perfection. If you're so worried about him, why don't you clean this up for him?"

She clearly hadn't expected me to be so blunt, ripping away her facade without a shred of dignity. Her face flickered between red and pale. After a moment of hesitation, she gingerly stepped forward and nervously picked up two small shards of glass.

"Camila, watch out. You'll hurt yourself. I'll do it."

Jeffrey would never let his precious darling do anything like this. He immediately grabbed her arm to pull her back, then shot me a glare.

"I'll say this one last time. Clean this up. Or pack your bags and get the hell out!"

Camila's eyes flickered with satisfaction for just a second. Telling me to leave was exactly what I had been begging for.

"I'm not cleaning a damn thing. You want me gone? Fine! Sign the divorce papers, and I promise you I'll disappear completely!"

For years, my entire world had revolved around Jeffrey. If he got a papercut, my heart would ache for hours. I would never have dared to scream or throw a tantrum at him. But now?

The faster he signed those papers, the better. Every second I had to look at this disgusting pair made me nauseous.

Jeffrey's patience finally snapped. He marched over and violently grabbed my arm just as I was reaching for a porcelain vase.

"Lori! Don't push your luck! Divorce is not happening!"

I genuinely couldn't wrap my head around it. If Jeffrey wanted to be with Camila, and I was voluntarily stepping aside, shouldn't he be popping champagne right now?

Why was he fighting it so hard? What was the point? Or was this just a game to him?

'Fine. Bring it on.'

I smiled sweetly and tilted my head, looking past him to where Camila was standing.

"Well, Camila, you heard him. It's not that I don't want to step aside. He just can't bear to let me go."

For a split second, something ugly flashed across Camila's face.

Camila wasn't as pure and unbothered as Jeffrey claimed. She wanted the title of Mrs. Avalos just as much as anyone else.

The moment Jeffrey turned around, Camila's expression instantly changed. She went pale, looking like a terrified, abandoned rabbit, making anyone who saw her want to protect her.

"Lori, you're really pushing it today!"

Jeffrey clearly hadn't expected me to use the situation to drive a wedge between them. But he had a massive ego, and even when it came to Camila, he offered not a single word of explanation.

He shoved me forcefully to the side, striding over to carefully scoop Camila up into his arms so she wouldn't have to put weight on her injured ankle, placing her gently on the sofa.

"Your ankle is still hurt. Just sit here. I've already called Ryan."

Camila nodded, looking somewhat lost, and remained silent. This only fueled Jeffrey's protective instincts. Though he still did not explain, he pulled her into his arms to comfort her.

While the cheating bastards were busy cuddling, I had been thrown completely off balance by Jeffrey's aggressive shove. I crashed hard into the pile of broken glass.

Jagged shards sliced into my arm and the side of my neck. The tearing, burning pain forced tears into my eyes instantly.

'Damn you, Jeffrey!'

Who Jeffrey had mentioned was Ryan Salinas, the family's exclusive private physician. He was highly respected in the medical field and had actually been the lead attending physician for my mother for a time. I had always been very respectful toward him.

He rushed through the front door, looking frantic. When he saw me sitting on the floor, my clothes stained with blood, he looked horrified. Assuming Jeffrey had called him here for me, he immediately ran over to check on my injuries.

But Jeffrey didn't even look up.

"Ryan. Over here."