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Selima entered, holding a bouquet of roses, strutting in with a triumphant air.
“I heard from Ethan that you fainted, so I came to check on you!”
She began to unwrap the flowers and put them in the vase, but I coldly interrupted her.
“Please take them out. I’m allergic to pollen.”
To my surprise, she just placed the flowers on my bedside table.
“I know.”
“Then why…”
I couldn’t finish my sentence before a
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And he had listened to her and acted on it.
I didn’t tolerate her behavior, immediately grabbing the vase and attempting to throw it out of the room.
Before I could make it far, she slammed into me with her shoulder, sending the vase crashing to the floor.
The vase broke into pieces.
It was as if she had lost her balance, falling backward into the shards.
“What are you two doing?!”
Ethan rushed to help Selima off the floor.
“Ethan… I didn’t know Rita was allergic to pollen…” Selima’s eyes were red with feigned innocence.
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Ethan glanced at the scattered red roses on the floor, his brow furrowing.
“Selima didn’t do it on purpose! Can’t we just talk calmly?”
“Even if you’re angry, there’s no reason to push her onto glass shards!”
“Look, her hand’s bleeding!”
Ethan looked at me with an expression as if I were some unforgivable shrew.
“Come on, I’ll take you to get treated.”
He helped Selima out of the room, leaving behind a mess of broken glass.
I glanced at myself in the mirror, seeing the redness from my allergic reaction spreading
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across my neck.
He had clearly seen it, but chose to ignore it.
I placed a hand on my belly, laughing bitterly to myself.
So, the weight of me and the child combined didn’t matter, not as much as Selima did.
I’ve always been clear–headed.
When I loved him, I gave everything.
But when he no longer deserved it, I could let go without hesitation.
Especially now, it was clear-
there was no reason to keep this marriage going.
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With that thought in mind,
I replied to the invitation from the French Design Institute for further studies, confirming the dates.
Afterward, I contacted a lawyer for divorce consultation.
About half an hour later,
Selima returned to the room.
Her face was smug, her hand wrapped in bandages, as if she had won something.
I typed on my phone’s keyboard, mocking her,
“Being the other woman and still so smug, you really have no sense of decency.”
