Chapter 2: I am what?
Blake's harsh voice was dripping with accusation as he had long forgotten that I was in pain too.
A humourless snicker left my lips and I straightened my back. "Don't you dare put this on me, Blake Carson," I warned. "I did nothing but be a good wife to you and this is how you repay me?!" I questioned with a raised voice and a wave of impulse washed over me in an instant as I reached out to push all the plates and bowls of food off the table.
Blake pulled Stella back as everything fell to the ground, shattering on impact and the food spilled all over the ground. "You crazy bitch!" I heard my husband yell at me, contempt filled his voice. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I don't want to ever see you again. I want a divorce," I said resolutely, my voice unwavering as I stood before him with my fists clenched tightly beside me, unaware that blood was dripping down my palm.
He laughed. "Fine, go ahead, I dare you! You can't live without me anyway, soon, you will come running back to me," he taunted.
"Trust me, I won't."
It was pouring heavily outside but I didn't care. I spun around and left without turning back once. As I was walking away, Blake hesitated to follow after me and soon after I heard Stella wince in pain behind me. From the corner of my eye, I saw her once again collapse into his arms to get his attention.
"Go after her, I am okay," I could hear Stella urge in her weak voice. "Ahh," she exclaimed again, and I was almost a 100% certain that she was simply pretending to be in pain to take his attention off of me.
"No... no..." he mumbled, shaking his head lightly just as I had expected. "I'm staying here with you, you need some rest."