CHAPTER 6
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"How dare you?!" I was livid!
I accusingly glared at Ares. Don't tell me he's going to believe this stupid b***h? What can a three-year-old do to a fully grown adult like her?!
Is he even thinking? Or is he only using his d**k at this point?!
"Ares," Sofia's hands snaked around his arm. "Calm down. It wasn't that bad. I just twisted my ankle a little-"
"Shut up, you lying piece of s**t!" I snapped at her. I can't calm down no matter how hard I breathe. If only I could snap that delicate neck of hers so we could get this over and done with!
"Camilla!" he growled. The contrast of how he utters our names differently is ridiculous, but that's none of my concern. The only thing I want is to protect my daughter from this evil wench!
I laughed humorlessly.
"What?!" I scoffed. "I will take whatever nonsense you throw at me. But don't you ever think I will just sit down quietly while your w***e try to villainize my daughter! Our daughter!"
I yelled the word our, in case he forgot who Mira is, but he seemed to have selective hearing. He only heard the insults I hurled at Sofia.
"What is wrong with you?!" he hissed.
I tried not to wince when he suddenly grabbed my arm. His fingers clasped around it. For a second, I thought it would break under the pressure of his hold.
"She must have brainwashed Mira," Sofia said out of nowhere. "Why else will she act like that?"
"Shut up!" I yelled furiously. She just wouldn't stop, would she?!
"Stop," Ares threatened, his hold getting even tighter.
Really?
He's taking her side? What is he so angry about? She's clearly okay! Anyone with two eyes can tell that nothing ever happened to her! Why can't he freaking see it?
I completely understand when it comes to me, but even against his own daughter? Un-f*****g-believable!
I can't believe how easily Sofia can play him at the palm of her hand! How stupid can he be? Or is being blinded? Blinded by what? Love?!
Ugh! I wanna throw up! How come I wasted my life on him? Now I don't know who's the dumbest among us three!
"Why would you believe that lying b***h?"
"I said stop it!" he growled.
My chest heaved up and down with uncontained emotions. I felt like a ticking bomb ready to explode at any given time.
"Stop? Why don't you ask her to stop instead?" I snapped, not wanting to back down.
"I'm sorry, Camilla," Sofia meekly butts in. "I just wanted to be close to Mira. She must not be in the mood. She pushed me, but it's okay. I forgive her. She's just a kid. She still doesn't know better."
What the?! My eyes widened with every word that spouted out of her rotten mouth. What kind of nonsense is she trying to pull?
Don't tell me-
"This is all your fault," Ares grunted. "I knew you would be a bad influence on my daughter."
My jaw dropped.
"Ares!" I cried. "Do you believe her? Just like that? Why don't you ask your daughter? She was not even here! She only came running when that lying b***h pulled her stunt!"
"Stop insulting her!" he snapped.
"No! I won't stop until you see the truth!" I spat every word on his face, even though his fingers started to dig deeper into my arm.
"She's nothing but a lying w***e! But you're worse because you keep buying her stupid lies!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
I only stopped when a strong force landed on my cheek. My head turned at the impact of his palm. It created a sharp sound so deafening that none of us even squeaked. My vision turned blank for a few seconds.
I gasped when it sank into me. Ares slapped me!
I turned to him, my eyes wide with shock. He slapped me! For a while, his face mirrored mine. Maybe he didn't mean it. Perhaps he was just caught up in the heat of the moment.
But I stopped defending him when his stunned expression quickly returned to rage in the blink of an eye.
"In my office!" he roared at me before looking at Sofia.
I stood my ground defiantly, but he was not having it. I almost lost it when he carefully ushered her away. I can hear him gently consoling her as if she were the one in distress.
I watched in sheer astonishment as they walked away. God! He's hopeless!
I was trembling, not in fear but with overwhelming rage. I never wanted to hurt anyone this much in my entire life!
I still can't believe how he hurt me. My left cheek still felt numb from the blow. I shakily pressed my palm against it while taking a deep breath. I wanted to cry, but I was so mad, my tears wouldn't come out.
Damn it! Damn them!
I stormed into his office just like he wanted. Seeing how he's getting Sofia out of the scene, I'm sure he's not yet done with me.
What's he going to do now? I don't know. He can beat me for real but it still won't affect me as much as the fact that he slapped me in front of that b***h!
She must be ecstatic right now after witnessing what my husband did!
Argh! It's infuriating!
I stomped back and forth as I waited agitatedly. What's taking him so long? Disturbing scenes of how he's trying to comfort her played inside my head. It shouldn't be my biggest worry now, but damn I can't help being affected!
"Stupid," I muttered to myself.
I almost jumped when the door slammed open. Ares comes rushing in. He went straight to his table, avoiding my eyes while I followed him with my gaze.
He sat behind his desk. I heard him pull out a drawer, followed by the rustling of papers. He slammed a file on the table.
I frowned. What? Can't he speak now? Is he going to ignore me after what he did?
"Sign these," he pushed the papers closer to the edge of the table.
I watched him confusedly, but he still wouldn't spare me a glance.
"This should have been done a long time ago," he said. "I knew you wouldn't be fit to raise my daughter."
What? What the hell is he on now?
"What are you still doing there?!" he snapped when he glanced and saw that I was still rooted to where I was.
"Come over here so we can get this over and done with!" he growled.
Hesitantly, I started to walk closer. I guess I wouldn't know what this is all about if I didn't see it for myself.
I stopped in front of his desk, glared at the folder, wishing I could burn it with my gaze. I sighed before finally picking it up.
I can feel Ares' eyes on me now that I am staring at the file he wanted me to sign. My fingers trembled as I gingerly opened it up.
A cold feeling dropped into the pit of my stomach when the big, bold letters greeted me. I have to grab on to the edge of the table to steady myself. My knees weakened, and I would have stumbled to the ground if I hadn't been quick to hold onto something.
Are my eyes playing with me?
I squeezed them shut before reading it again to make sure my vision wasn't just playing tricks on me. It's not impossible, thinking how hard he slapped me earlier. It must have messed me up. I did it again just to be sure.
But there it was still, staring back at me as if taunting me. A divorce petition.
Ares wanted a divorce...
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