Chapter 2 We Would Get A Divorce

The room felt complete silent when everyone noticed my presence.

Ryan instinctively shielded Nina behind him. "Nina finally decided to come back, and you're going to drive her away again?" He demanded.

Seeing me stare silently at the cake on the table. Cory spoke up to explain to me, which could rarely be seen, "Nina is sick. She's just like a child. She saw you were having a birthday party and wanted to have one herself. Are you really upset about that?"

My daughter-in-law frowned, "Jordyn, you have celebrated so many birthdays. But Nina only gets this one. You can't be this greedy."

They had convicted my crime with their words.

Looking at these family members who were treating me like I were a stranger, I suddenly felt utterly exhausted. I pulled the divorce agreement from my bag and said to Cory sincerely, "I'll leave immediately after you sign this ."

Cory didn't take it. His face was cold as he issued his command as if he wasn't listening to me, "Nina doesn't remember you. You'll stay upstairs and keep to yourself for the next few days."

I stubbornly didn't move with the agreement still in my hand. This was the first time I didn't lower my head and obediently say "yes."

Cory seemed surprised.

Ryan sneered and snatched the agreement from my hand. "What kind of drama are you stirring up now...Divorce?"

He angrily threw the agreement to the floor, "Just because Nina was back?! Why are you always causing trouble to us even when you are this old? Are you trying to disgrace me and dad?"

I looked at my son, momentarily dazed. The little boy who would cling to my leg and call me "Mommy" repeatedly had grown up. As an adult with a family and a successful career, he could now point at me with his finger and accuse me of shaming him.

I laughed bitterly, tears streaming down my face. Ryan's expression softened when he saw my tears. "Mom..."

At this moment, Nina suddenly covered her ears and started screaming. She swept everything off the table. The crash of objects echoing through the room.

Cory just ignored me and picked up Nina to protect her from the shards.

I blocked his path.

Ryan frowned. "You've caused enough troubles to us."

Nina grew impatient, babbling incoherently.

Cory took the pen from my hand and looked at me coldly. "Don't you regret this."

I straightened my back.

I would never regret it. Never!

The family marched out the house surrounding Nina, leaving a mess behind them. I had always been the one to clean up their messes. But this time, I wouldn't be.

I took a deep breath, turned around, and walked away. Everything about the Marshall family no longer concerned me.

When I made copies of the thick, signed divorce agreement, I kept touching and rereading them. And I finally felt I was alive again.

When I was young, I had spared no effort for a loving family and a lifelong partnership. I spent the night making a soup that was good for the stomach only for Ryan to knock it over and Cory to take just one sip.

Cory said, "Haven't you learned the family rules? Don't take the maid's job."

The first time Cory and Ryan secured a major deal together, I was too excited to sleep and waited outside their company with a drink hoping to celebrate with them all night. But I only found out that they had already been to Maldine, the most popular travel destination, when I woke up at the hospital.

I knew it when I read a cold text message, written, "Redundant."

I meticulously prepared for the gatherings with wives of other wealth families as I didn't want to disgrace our family. Yet Ryan kept his distance from me when he saw me, and Cory asked me with his brows furrowed, "You think you look good dressing like this?"

I was forced to play the role of "Mrs. Marshall," suffocated by the expectation of me being gentle and virtuous.

No one had noticed, resolved, and even cared all my pain, helplessness, joys and sorrows.

Did my heart ache? More like it's been dead for a long time.

Now, all I felt was relief.