Chapter 7
“Figure it out yourself,” he snapped. “Isn’t that your job as a full–time wife? To have children and raise them?”
“I’m the one supporting you now. If you can’t even handle this, what else are you good for?”
I stared at him, stunned.
He said it so easily–like it was always meant to be this way.
But I remembered… It was him, back then, who gently begged me:
‘Jean, our parents aren’t around, and I don’t trust anyone else with Matthew. If it’s not you, how can I be at ease?”
‘I know my Jean loves me most. You’ll definitely take good care of me and Matthew, right?”
Back then, his voice was soft, affectionate, his eyes full of warmth. He even used a coaxing tone, half pleading, half spoiled.
And I–I was hopelessly in love. I said yes without hesitation.
Now, standing in front of the same man, I felt like a stranger to myself.
My voice was thin, almost gone. “Yes… I can’t do it… So let someone else do it instead…”
He grabbed my arm, yanking me back with force. “Jean, enough. That kind of joke isn’t funny anymore.”
‘I’m not joking,” I said weakly. “Geoffrey, I want a divorce.”
His face darkened, eyes flashing with disbelief and anger. “Divorce?” he snapped. “Fine! Ask for t! But do you have the guts to actually walk into the Registry Office with me?”
He took a threatening step closer, narrowing his eyes. “Let me remind you–think carefully. What about your brother? Huh?”
He raised his voice and pointed a finger like a weapon. The sound of it almost made my knees buckle. I staggered back, crashing into the wall to stay upright.
He moved again, like he was going to advance–but he paused. “What now? Regretting it?”
‘If you regret it,” he said, tone softening just slightly, “then let’s go home.”
He stepped toward me again.
let out a bitter laugh. “Geoffrey… I won’t change my mind.”
He froze.
Then his face turned stone–cold. “Fine. Jean, you’re tougher than I thought.”
Without another word, he turned and walked away–his back as cold and resolute as the door he disappeared behind.
As soon as he was gone, the strength in my body gave out. I slid down the wall, the edges of my vision darkening.
Right before I passed out, I heard his voice again–this time, panicked and desperate.
“Jean!”
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When I opened my eyes, I was in the hospital.
The bright white lights stabbed my head. I turned slightly and saw him sitting beside me.
Geoffrey. Eyes red. Bloodshot.
He didn’t speak at first. Then, voice rough and shaking, he asked, “Why?”
His fists clenched. “Why did you abort our child?”
As if finally finding his footing, his voice grew steadier–confident again.
“Jean, what exactly are you dissatisfied with? Our life? Me?”
“I told you–you’ll always be Mrs. Sharp. No one can take your place. Isn’t that enough?”
“You take care of Matthew, I provide everything else. Isn’t that a fair deal?! What more do you want?”
His voice broke into frustration. “Tell me–what the hell do you want?!”
That’s when I realized–this was his version of being “good” to me.
It was never love. Just control packaged as stability.
I was silent for a moment.
Then I looked him in the eyes and said calmly, “Geoffrey, I tolerated everything because I still oved you. But now…”
smiled–faint, bitter. “Now I realize I don’t love you anymore.”
His expression twisted.
‘I don’t even know when it happened,” I continued. “When I stopped wanting you, stopped believing in you… stopped needing you.”
‘It’s strange, isn’t it?”
‘When I loved you, I would’ve given up anything for you. I wanted to have your children, build a future, hold on to every part of you.”
‘But now?”
Now, all I wanted was to be free of him.
To finally break away.
His eyes flared, the red deepening with rage. “What nonsense are you saying?!”
‘You don’t love me? Jean, are you insane?!”
Tai Jun is a dreamer and storyteller who believes the sky is never the limit. He spends most of his time with his friend Lian, chasing new horizons and crafting tales that soar beyond boundaries.