My Husband Chose His Mistress Over Me in the ER - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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The moment I set my phone down, Mark burst into the room like a hurricane. His fingers dug into my wrist with bruising force, his face twisted in fury as he spat out, "Rachel! If you didn't want to hand over that project, you should've said so to my face! But going behind my back with your vicious lies? I never thought you'd sink this low!"
His breath came in hot, angry puffs. "You're a woman yourself - how can you sleep at night using these dirty tricks?" His lip curled in disgust. "You make me sick."
Right on cue, Olivia appeared behind him like a tragic heroine, her eyes red-rimmed and lips trembling. She clung to Mark's arm like a fragile doll, her voice quivering. "Rachel... I never asked for this project if you wanted it. The rumors people are spreading about me... I could take that. But from you?" A single tear traced her cheek. "I thought we were sisters. How could you stab me in the back like this?"
I met Mark's glare steadily. "I didn't do it. Olivia's not even worth my time to scheme against."
Mark's face turned purple with rage. "Don't lie to me, Rachel! I know exactly how you operate - always calculating, always ready to destroy anyone in your way. Your business partners, your competitors, and now Olivia? You're nothing but a hypocritical snake!"
The entire restaurant turned to watch as Mark flipped our table with a deafening crash. A shard of porcelain nicked my cheek, warm blood trickling down my face. I stared at the crimson stain on my fingers and laughed - a bitter, hollow sound.
All those sleepless nights securing his deals, all the sacrifices I'd made for his company... and this was how he saw me? After sharing a life together, he'd never truly known me at all.
Wiping my hands calmly, I pulled the resignation letter from my bag. "If that's what you believe, sign this. We'll finalize the divorce tomorrow."
Mark snatched the pen with a derisive laugh. "You think this scares me?" His signature slashed across the page like a knife wound. "Consider it done. Don't bother coming in tomorrow."
As they stormed out, I quietly settled the damages - charging everything to Mark's card, of course.
At dawn, I wrapped up my resignation before meeting Mark at the civil office. He practically vibrated with impatience, grabbing the divorce certificate the moment it printed and striding away without a backward glance.
My taxi sped toward the airport, my belongings already shipped home. For the first time in years, I breathed easy.
One final text before boarding: "Key's in the nightstand. Let's make this goodbye permanent." Then I blocked his number, powered off my phone, and stepped onto the plane - toward freedom.
His breath came in hot, angry puffs. "You're a woman yourself - how can you sleep at night using these dirty tricks?" His lip curled in disgust. "You make me sick."
Right on cue, Olivia appeared behind him like a tragic heroine, her eyes red-rimmed and lips trembling. She clung to Mark's arm like a fragile doll, her voice quivering. "Rachel... I never asked for this project if you wanted it. The rumors people are spreading about me... I could take that. But from you?" A single tear traced her cheek. "I thought we were sisters. How could you stab me in the back like this?"
I met Mark's glare steadily. "I didn't do it. Olivia's not even worth my time to scheme against."
Mark's face turned purple with rage. "Don't lie to me, Rachel! I know exactly how you operate - always calculating, always ready to destroy anyone in your way. Your business partners, your competitors, and now Olivia? You're nothing but a hypocritical snake!"
The entire restaurant turned to watch as Mark flipped our table with a deafening crash. A shard of porcelain nicked my cheek, warm blood trickling down my face. I stared at the crimson stain on my fingers and laughed - a bitter, hollow sound.
All those sleepless nights securing his deals, all the sacrifices I'd made for his company... and this was how he saw me? After sharing a life together, he'd never truly known me at all.
Wiping my hands calmly, I pulled the resignation letter from my bag. "If that's what you believe, sign this. We'll finalize the divorce tomorrow."
Mark snatched the pen with a derisive laugh. "You think this scares me?" His signature slashed across the page like a knife wound. "Consider it done. Don't bother coming in tomorrow."
As they stormed out, I quietly settled the damages - charging everything to Mark's card, of course.
At dawn, I wrapped up my resignation before meeting Mark at the civil office. He practically vibrated with impatience, grabbing the divorce certificate the moment it printed and striding away without a backward glance.
My taxi sped toward the airport, my belongings already shipped home. For the first time in years, I breathed easy.
One final text before boarding: "Key's in the nightstand. Let's make this goodbye permanent." Then I blocked his number, powered off my phone, and stepped onto the plane - toward freedom.
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