Chapter 7

Back when I asked for a divorce, Ethan refused. After I calmed down, I realized I didn't have that kind of courage after all. Then, Mia kept provoking me. She came to our home and showed me photos of them in bed right in my face. In a hysterical rage, I called Ethan back home and slapped him in a blind rage. As I drew my hand back for another strike, he caught my wrist. With a look of pure disgust, he shoved me hard, sending me sprawling onto the couch. "That's enough! Are you done making a scene? Can you stop acting like a damn madwoman? Look at yourself. How do you measure up to Mia's sensibility?" What did that feel like back then? I couldn't remember clearly. Probably like I couldn't breathe, my whole body trembling, and my heart screaming in pain. I truly couldn't understand what gave Ethan the right to treat me like that. We grew up together in the orphanage. When he first arrived, he was so traumatized that he couldn't even speak. The other children bullied him, and I w