Chapter 150

"Let's go now," I said, bracing myself on the couch to stand up. But the second I moved, my lower back and legs screamed in protest. Then I heard Ronald let out a sarcastic laugh, cold as ice. "In such a rush? You cracked my head open, and you expect me to just head out like that?" I froze and glanced at his bloody head, frowning. "Maybe I should clean it up a bit first. Let's get the divorce done first, then you can go to the hospital?" Had I known he’d be this willing to divorce, I wouldn’t have smashed his head like that. But still, I hadn’t hit him that hard—just enough to make it look bad. He wasn’t gonna die. Ronald looked down at me, his face completely expressionless. His tone was flat too. "I'm going upstairs to change. Once I fix up the wound, we’ll leave." "Fine," I replied. Ronald's long legs disappeared up the stairs. The huge living room suddenly felt too quiet, the tension mellowing out into a chilly awkwardness. I glanced at the trash can—my birth control pills were in