Chapter 7: Progressively Worse
The sentence left Amelia fuming with rage. Her fists clenched tightly by her side while tears spilled freely. She didn't care how she looked now― Caleb could see her as crazed, deranged, and even psychotic for all she cared.
"Get out of my house!" she yelled, pointing to the door, but Caleb merely barked in laughter.
"Did you forget? The title deed is under my name," he said with a cold sneer. "This is actually my house."
She stilled, her blood chilling in her veins. He was right. With her rose-tinted glasses, she had wrongly assumed it didn't matter whose name was written under the house deed. They were husband and wife, and love was supposed to prevail through wealth and poverty.
It was a mistake to have it written under Caleb's name when she was the one who paid for the cost of the house and even the monthly electricity and water bills. Even most of the furniture was bought with her hard-earned money!
Caleb merely laughed as he watched all colors of the rainbow run across Amelia's face as she experienced multiple horrible emotions at one time.
"Get your things and leave, Amelia," he coldly said, and in less than fifteen minutes, Amelia had gathered what little she owned and the door to their apartment slammed shut behind her with a bang.
Left alone in the corridor, Amelia sank to the ground and broke down in tears. She felt as though she had cried enough to last her three lifetimes, but the tears wouldn't end.
Everything had been for Caleb. For the last few years that they were married, she lived for him.