I kicked open the office door, drenched from head to toe.
The playful laughter inside ceased instantly as both of them turned to look at me. Stanley's shirt was unbuttoned, and the woman in a tight pencil skirt sitting on his lap shifted uneasily.
My disheveled appearance was a stark contrast to their smugness.
With a forceful toss, I threw the medication at Stanley. He frowned in disgust, "Aurelia, what the hell are you doing?"
Glaring at him, I gritted my teeth, "Stanley, you’re not having an asthma attack? Your daughter died trying to bring you your medicine!"
The woman on his lap, his secretary Elodie, slowly got up, her exquisite face filled with feigned guilt. "Mrs. Ross, I'm sorry, but Mr. Ross was just boasting about how much you love him. Now it's clear you do. You shouldn’t curse your child with Mr. Ross like that."
She bit her lip, speaking disapprovingly, then glanced at Stanley.
His expression darkened. "Aurelia, when did you become so vicious? Are you really wishing death on our daughter? It makes me question if Bonnie is even your own child."
"Shut up!" I screamed, my voice raw with anguish, striding forward to slam my hand on the desk in fury.
"Stanley, your daughter braved the rain to bring you your medicine and got hit by a car. She’s lying in the hospital right now! The first thing she did when she saw me was to give me the medicine for you!"
"And this is how you repay her? For a single word from her, you made her bring you medicine?" I pointed at Elodie, my face full of scorn.
"It was supposed to be Mrs. Ross who brought the medicine..." Elodie murmured weakly, her eyes filling with tears as she looked pitifully at Stanley.
Stanley, full of concern, embraced her, then turned his blade-like gaze to me, as if he wanted to cut me to pieces. "Aurelia, don't go too far with your jealousy! You've been a housewife for so long you've forgotten who's in charge here! Go home and reflect on your behavior right now!"
With that, he kicked me hard, causing me to fall to the ground in pain. I looked at his cold, heartless eyes, feeling utterly disappointed for my daughter’s sake.
"Divorce!" I declared.
Stanley sneered at me, "And who will you rely on after the divorce? Another man to keep you?"
I stared in disbelief at this “stranger” before me, utterly disappointed. "Stanley, we're done. You'll get the divorce papers tomorrow!"