"What are you saying? You want to divorce? What happened?" A delicate voice came from the door, sickly sweet to the ear.
I looked up to see Grace in a white dress, her hand still on the doorknob, her eyes full of concern.
"None of your business," I replied coldly.
If my feeling for Edward was hatred, then for Grace, it was disgust.
When I first returned to my parents' home, to spare her feelings, I dared not be too affectionate with my own parents.
Even after marriage, I tolerated her calling him "Edward" and preparing a share of every good thing for her.
But how did she repay me?
By crying to our parents behind my back, accusing me of taking her things, and intruding on Edward and my world countless times.
I had seen through her facade long ago.
Now she stood at the door, pale, holding a lunchbox, appearing to be a frail girl concerned for her sister.
Edward saw her, rushed to take the lunchbox, and said,"Let the housekeeper deliver this. Why trouble yourself to come personally?"
He looked at Grace, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with compassion and care.
It felt like a needle piercing my heart.
When Edward and I went out, I always carried my own luggage. He told me he didn't want me to be a woman who depended on others for everything.
Yet with Grace, he was overly protective, unwilling to let her exert herself in the slightest.
Grace smiled, shook her head, and grasped Edward's hand worriedly.
"Is it because of me? If so, I'll leave right now. Edward, she has always had a bad temper, and mom and dad and I have been very tolerant of her."
Bad temper? Tolerant?
I wanted to give her an award for her acting.
But unfortunately, even the worst acting can find believers.
Edward freed a hand, indulgently tapped her forehead, and held her delicate hand, blowing on it gently.
"Of course, it's not because of you. It's between us. Don't always take things upon yourself, silly. The lunchbox is so heavy; your hand must hurt."
"It doesn't hurt! Edward is so kind!"
Grace happily jumped, like an innocent and lively child, and threw her arms around Edward's neck, acting coquettish.
I felt disgusted and couldn't help but cough to remind them of my presence.
They seemed to remember I was there and quickly separated.
Edward brought the lunchbox to me, carefully opened it, and presented it.
"Honey, no matter what, you must take care of your health. Once you're discharged, I'll accompany you wherever you want to go."
Looking at the man I had been married to for five years, I only felt nauseous.
"Great! The three of us together!"
Grace suddenly popped up, innocently asking.
I smirked, my bloodless lips uttering two words:
"Hell."
"What?" Grace was taken aback and instinctively asked again.
"I said, I'll take you both with me, to hell."