So, I Married Someone Else

Get Out of My House

Lydia frowned as if I were the one making trouble. "Trevor is only doing this for our sake. Stop being so difficult."

Then, she had the gall to speak as if she were doing me a favor, "Fine. I'll invite a few friends over. We can call it a small celebration for getting married."

I would be stuck in the kitchen for hours whenever she invited her so-called friends over.

I cooked, served, cleaned, and smiled while they treated me like some servant.

I had played the unpaid live-in maid for five years.

And now, I had had enough.

I said clearly, "No, I won't sign that contract. This is my home, so please leave."

Lydia's lips curved into a mocking smile. "Owen, do you think you can start bossing me around just because we got married?

"Trevor and I grew up together. I'm not going to abandon him even though I'm married to you."

How could she say something so shameless and make it sound perfectly reasonable?

Now that the rose-tinted glasses were off, I found her utterly repugnant.

I let out a cold laugh and shot back, "If you care about him that much, why didn't you marry him? Or maybe you already did?"

Lydia's face stiffened.

Before she could respond, Trevor suddenly spoke up. "Why isn't dinner ready yet? Lydia and I are starving."

He had just given her a way out.

She immediately forced out a dry laugh and went along with him. "Enough with the nonsense. You're just saying this because you refuse to sign the contract. Forget it. Trevor is hungry, so get started on dinner."

I could not be bothered to watch them keep playing their little game, so I turned and walked toward the bedroom.

My blood turned to ice the moment I stepped into the master bedroom.

All my things had been thrown onto the floor.

Trevor followed me in and smiled at the mess, as if he had been waiting for me to see it. "Owen, Lydia said I could sleep in the master bedroom. You don't mind, right?"

His tone was soft, but the look in his eyes was pure provocation.

Lydia came in behind him. There was no guilt on her face, only impatience.

"Trevor's health has always been frail. The master bedroom gets the best sunlight. It makes sense for him to sleep here. Pack up your things and move them to the guest room. Trevor doesn't even have anywhere to put his stuff."

I glanced at the closet filled with Trevor's clothes. Then, my eyes fell on my ruined belongings, trampled and tossed aside like trash.

The framed photo of Lydia and me had been smashed. Glass was scattered everywhere, and a sharp crack cut straight across our faces.

Something in me finally snapped.

My eyes burned as I looked up at Lydia.

For a second, her gaze shifted away.

I thought, 'So, she did feel guilty after all?'

However, that guilt disappeared the moment I swept Trevor's things off the shelf and sent them crashing to the floor.

Lydia rushed over and grabbed me hard. She yanked me back with so much force that I lost my balance and fell straight onto the broken glass.

Sharp shards cut into my palm and knees. The pain was blinding, but it still could not compare to the ache in my chest.

"What is wrong with you?" Lydia snapped. "How could you ruin Trevor's things like that? Apologize to him. Now."

She had seen the blood flowing from my palm and the glass embedded in my knees, but all she cared about was that I had touched Trevor's belongings.

I braced myself against the floor and forced myself up, little by little.

The glass sticking out of my knees looked horrifying.

I looked at her and asked, "So, his things are precious, but mine can be torn apart however you like? Lydia, I'll say this one last time. This is my home. My house. And you two had better get out. Right fucking now."

Perhaps I was trembling so much with anger that the marriage certificate slipped from my pocket and dropped to the floor.

Lydia looked at it, contempt flashing across her face. She bent to pick it up and opened it with little interest.

Before she could read it, Trevor quickly grabbed her arm. "Lydia, I'll leave if Owen doesn't want me here. He's furious right now, and I don't want things to get worse."

Lydia immediately let go of the certificate when she saw his pitiful face as she gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.