My Landlord's Midnight Lips - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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He stayed out drinking with Vincent, pouring out his frustrations about me.
Vincent played the wise older brother—listening, nodding, stoking the flames.
Then, like some twisted fairy godmother, he pulled out a 30-gram gold chain and handed it to Daniel.
"Women just need soothing. Take this—it was my late wife's. Give it to Sophia. Tell her you bought it."
"I can't accept this!" Daniel protested.
But Vincent insisted.
Drunk and emotional, Daniel actually cried. In this cruel world, he'd found a true friend.
When he finally stumbled home, he tossed the chain at me with a scowl.
"Here. Vincent's idea, not mine."
Before I could speak, he ranted on.
"See how big-hearted he is? He's even offering you a job at his shop—$700 a month."
"Everything he's done for us, and you repay him with lies?"
The gold chain burned in my palm.
No one's this generous without an agenda.
What did Vincent really want?
To tear us apart?
Even if we divorced, I'd never sink to his level.
I opened my mouth to tell Daniel the truth—
"Shut up and listen," he cut in, jabbing a finger at me. "From now on, you will respect Vincent. Or else."
I laughed bitterly. Vincent's plan was working.
I had nothing left to lose. Divorce was the worst that could happen.
"You call him 'brother' so sweetly. But do you even know why he's being so 'kind'?"
I laid it all out—every damning detail.
Slap!
"Bullshit! If it were true, why didn't you report it? You're just trying to turn me against him!"
I gaped at him, my cheek on fire. "Are you drunk? I'd never joke about this!"
We erupted into another fight.
The alcohol made him vicious.
"You're just desperate for a man, aren't you?"
"No wonder Vincent knew about my... problem. You told him!"
"Is that why you hate him? Did he reject you?"
His fists and kicks came next.
Vincent rushed upstairs—another Oscar-worthy performance of concern.
Daniel forced him to confront me.
Vincent feigned outrage. "Sophia, how could you make up such lies?"
Daniel grabbed his arm. "Tell me the truth. Did she come onto you?"
Vincent sighed dramatically. "Please, don't let this ruin your marriage."
His tone said everything.
Daniel lost it, beating me until I nearly blacked out.
Vincent only stopped him when I was barely conscious.
I woke up in the hospital.
Vincent helped me sit up—then handed me divorce papers.
"Daniel asked me to deliver these."
Hatterness swallowed me whole. He'd chosen a stranger over me.
He was worse than Vincent—a complete fool.
I signed without hesitation.
Vincent smiled, leaning in to whisper:
"Marry me. Let him realize his mistake."
I met his gaze, ice-cold.
"Your plan worked. I hate him, but I'm not as vile as you."
"Get out."
He straightened. "No need to shout. Love takes time. You'll come around."
The second he left, I discharged myself—cast and all.
Vincent played the wise older brother—listening, nodding, stoking the flames.
Then, like some twisted fairy godmother, he pulled out a 30-gram gold chain and handed it to Daniel.
"Women just need soothing. Take this—it was my late wife's. Give it to Sophia. Tell her you bought it."
"I can't accept this!" Daniel protested.
But Vincent insisted.
Drunk and emotional, Daniel actually cried. In this cruel world, he'd found a true friend.
When he finally stumbled home, he tossed the chain at me with a scowl.
"Here. Vincent's idea, not mine."
Before I could speak, he ranted on.
"See how big-hearted he is? He's even offering you a job at his shop—$700 a month."
"Everything he's done for us, and you repay him with lies?"
The gold chain burned in my palm.
No one's this generous without an agenda.
What did Vincent really want?
To tear us apart?
Even if we divorced, I'd never sink to his level.
I opened my mouth to tell Daniel the truth—
"Shut up and listen," he cut in, jabbing a finger at me. "From now on, you will respect Vincent. Or else."
I laughed bitterly. Vincent's plan was working.
I had nothing left to lose. Divorce was the worst that could happen.
"You call him 'brother' so sweetly. But do you even know why he's being so 'kind'?"
I laid it all out—every damning detail.
Slap!
"Bullshit! If it were true, why didn't you report it? You're just trying to turn me against him!"
I gaped at him, my cheek on fire. "Are you drunk? I'd never joke about this!"
We erupted into another fight.
The alcohol made him vicious.
"You're just desperate for a man, aren't you?"
"No wonder Vincent knew about my... problem. You told him!"
"Is that why you hate him? Did he reject you?"
His fists and kicks came next.
Vincent rushed upstairs—another Oscar-worthy performance of concern.
Daniel forced him to confront me.
Vincent feigned outrage. "Sophia, how could you make up such lies?"
Daniel grabbed his arm. "Tell me the truth. Did she come onto you?"
Vincent sighed dramatically. "Please, don't let this ruin your marriage."
His tone said everything.
Daniel lost it, beating me until I nearly blacked out.
Vincent only stopped him when I was barely conscious.
I woke up in the hospital.
Vincent helped me sit up—then handed me divorce papers.
"Daniel asked me to deliver these."
Hatterness swallowed me whole. He'd chosen a stranger over me.
He was worse than Vincent—a complete fool.
I signed without hesitation.
Vincent smiled, leaning in to whisper:
"Marry me. Let him realize his mistake."
I met his gaze, ice-cold.
"Your plan worked. I hate him, but I'm not as vile as you."
"Get out."
He straightened. "No need to shout. Love takes time. You'll come around."
The second he left, I discharged myself—cast and all.
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