The Nasty Side of Love

I quickly ran through a mental list of everything in the house.

I left behind the valuables, only taking a few seasonal clothes and my identification documents.

The exhaustion from the pregnancy weighed heavily on me. By the time I finished packing, it was late, and I ended up falling asleep on the couch.

The next morning, I was startled awake by the sound of the door opening.

I sprang up in panic.

To my shock, Blake had returned home.

And he was holding hands with a young woman—Myra.

She was stunning, her beauty even more mesmerizing in person than in the photos.

She held several luxury shopping bags, the diamonds on her heels gleaming so brightly they almost hurt my eyes.

It was clear she was already completely taken with him.

A heavy weight settled in my chest. I hadn't expected Blake to come back so quickly. Instinctively, I pressed my hand to my throat.

The suffocating sensation from before returned, and I felt a surge of fear toward Blake.

I swallowed hard and got up from the couch.

Blake guided Myra in front of me. With a smile on his face, he tenderly adjusted her hair before turning to me, his expression cold and distant.

"Karen, apologize to Myra."

I stood frozen, unable to process what I was hearing.

After everything—our broken marriage, him ruining my family's livelihood, and the fact that just yesterday he tried to strangle me—I thought I had already seen how cruel he could be.

But now, he was asking me to apologize to his mistress.

Noticing my stunned silence, Blake wasted no time. He gripped my chin hard, forcing my face to turn toward Myra.

"Did you hear me? I said apologize to Myra."

Blake was a businessman, and he knew exactly how to break someone from the inside. Even if that someone was his wife, the woman he once claimed to love.

Since stepping into the room, Myra hadn't even bothered to look at me.

She kept her eyes cast downward, her lips curled into a pout.

Without saying anything, she played the part of the wronged, helpless woman perfectly.

"Mr. Sullivan, there's no need for this. I know that our relationship isn't exactly respectable… It's only natural that she resents me."

But even as she spoke, I saw Myra roll her eyes and give me a sharp glare.

Noticing I wasn't reacting, she pulled on Blake's sleeve.

"Mr. Sullivan, I'm a little tired… Can I go rest now?"

Blake kissed Myra on the cheek, his voice soft and tender. "Alright, rest in the room."

Myra glanced at me with those wide eyes, her tone laced with doubt. "This is your home, so where am I supposed to rest?"

With that, Blake brazenly led her into our bedroom.

The message couldn't have been clearer.

I couldn't stop shaking. My teeth were clenched, and it took every ounce of self-control not to explode at them in fury.

I struggled to control my breathing as I watched Blake gently guide Myra into the room. Staring at his back, I spoke in a strained voice, "Blake, let's get a divorce.

"You shattered my dignity without a second thought and turned my parents' lifetime of hard work into rubble."

I looked at him, my eyes swollen and red, struggling to keep my composure. "It's all my fault. I was blind back then."

Blake raised an eyebrow at my words.

He stood before me, hands in his pockets, his striking face leaning in close to mine.

His expression was grim, a cryptic look in his eyes that I couldn't fully grasp.