
My husband's adopted sister, Violet Steel, unexpectedly became a widow. To be with her, he kept pushing me to divorce him.
Rowan Steel sat on the sofa, his fingers lightly tapping the table. His tone was self-righteous. "Violet just lost her husband. She's emotionally devastated, and as her older brother, I can't let outsiders gossip that she jinxed her husband."
He added, "We'll split the marital property fifty‑fifty. You get custody of Ruby, and I'll pay 50,000 a month in child support. You won't get a raw deal."
My blood boiled. Trembling with anger, I grabbed the divorce agreement and hurled it at his face.
He covered his face. His gentle facade crumbled, revealing the irritation and impatience hidden beneath.
"Why can't you be reasonable? Violet is emotionally fragile right now. If I don't spend more time with her, and she does something drastic, can you live with that?"
With that, he slammed the door and left.
That night, I had a dream.

