Chapter 6: A Divorce
Amelia sucked in a breath to steady herself. Caleb was still dressed to the nines, an outfit that looked incredibly out of place from their little shabby apartment. In another happier time, it would have signified that Caleb's business ventures were successful and their fortunes were turning for the better.
Now, it was a mockery of all the sacrifices she had made to keep his dream alive.
"Look what the cat dragged in," Caleb drawled out, his judgemental eyes roving all over her drenched shivering figure. "Guess you finally decided to come back after all."
"Where else am I supposed to go? In case you forgot, I am the one paying for this house," Amelia pointed out, narrowing her eyes at his impudent words.
"You have a lot to explain," Amelia continued, the hurt surging through her like a river current the longer she stared at Caleb's face.
Questions emerged from her mouth in a torrent.
"How could you do this to me, Caleb? Do all the years we spent together mean nothing to you? If you didn't love me, why did you stay married to me?!"
Caleb scoffed and put his feet up on their rickety coffee table. "You were awfully convenient. Which man would say no to a warm body who willingly enslaved themselves for you? Amelia, you only have yourself to blame for how things ended up between us. Why were you such a doormat?"
Amelia gasped at Caleb's sheer audacity. How could he insult all the sacrifices she made to keep their little family afloat? "A doormat? How... I did all these things because I loved you! You told me you had nothing to your name, so I was willing to help you succeed!"