Chapter 2

As the roar of his motorcycle echoed in the distance,

I rubbed my eyes, frustration welling up from deep within.

"When do you have time..."

My words were abruptly cut off by the man's loud voice.

His tone carried a hint of barely detectable mockery.

"Come find me at the club if you're ready for a divorce."

After only a moment's hesitation, I got up and put on my thick cotton jacket.

Snow was falling outside the window.

Pushing through the noisy crowd, I spotted Blaine surrounded by people.

Stella was sitting beside him.

Next to Blaine, Stella looked even more petite.

I could even hear Blaine's brothers teasing Stella.

"Stella, if Blaine gets drunk later, will you take care of getting him home?"

Hearing this, Stella lowered her face, blushing, unable to utter a word.

Blaine, however, good-naturedly gripped Stella's shoulder, coming to her rescue: "Try teasing her again, I dare you."

My vision blurred slightly, perhaps due to my illness flaring up.

I shook my head and walked resolutely towards Blaine.

When I held out the divorce papers in front of Blaine's eyes,

The atmosphere in the entire room seemed to freeze.

I spoke, enunciating each word: "I want a divorce."

Many people tried to persuade me.

"Sister-in-law, don't say such angry words."

"Everyone knows Blaine cares about you the most."

Cares?

That might have been true a year ago.

Everything changed the moment Blaine met the young and beautiful Stella.

Stella was practically love at first sight for Blaine.

To get closer to him, Stella joined the motorcycle club Blaine belonged to.

At first, Blaine would complain to me about her.

"Myra, you have no idea how annoying that new girl is."

"Even looking at her feels like a waste of time."

But gradually, Blaine's mouth would curl into a smile whenever he mentioned Stella.

Though his words were still disparaging, his tone became increasingly indulgent.

"That little shadow, Stella..."

My thoughts were interrupted by Blaine's ice-cold voice.

"You see that bucket of ice water?"

"Pour it over her, and I'll sign the papers."

As his words fell, the entire room went silent.

Many people couldn't bear to watch anymore and began to plead with Blaine.

The man, however, remained utterly indifferent, lifting his eyes to stare directly at me.

"What's there to pity about someone so full of themselves?" I stiffened, feeling a layer of frost cover me from head to toe.

I blinked and tried to keep my voice steady as I said, "Blaine, I'm sick..."

Before I could finish, Blaine scoffed.

"You? Sick?"

"Myra, do you really think I'm an idiot?"

"With your constitution, how many times have you been to the hospital these past few years?"

The snow was falling heavier now. This time, I didn't hesitate.

As the icy water soaked through every part of my body, I could almost hear Blaine's mocking laughter.

"Aren't you perfectly fine?"

"Stop trying to fool me with lies about being sick."

"You think I'm as easily fooled as I was a few years ago?"

My legs felt weak, and my head started to ache.

I struggled to maintain my balance.

Without warning, my nose started bleeding, one drop after another.

Gradually staining my white down jacket red.

Blaine jumped to his feet and strode over to me.

His tone was stiff and unnaturally awkward.

"Got a nosebleed?"

I dodged his outstretched hand and wiped the blood from my face.

"If you've got time for this, why don't you take better care of Stella?"

The man's face darkened again. He clenched his fists, his dark eyes fixed intently on me. Just then, Stella timidly spoke up.

"Blaine, does Sis Myra dislike me?"

As she finished speaking, she lowered her head, and streams of tears began to fall.