My Water Broke During His Ex's Hostage Crisis

Chapter 6

Gavin Sullivan's pupils contracted violently, his entire body freezing as if struck by lightning.

I met his gaze calmly.

"Gavin, I told you the day you insisted on going to the warzone—you have to take responsibility for your choices."

My eyes dropped to his bloodstained bandages.

"Starting with that leg you nearly ruined."

"And the price your parents paid, pulling strings to get you repatriated."

"More importantly, the cost of losing this family forever."

"A man should stand by his word."

Gavin's fingers began trembling uncontrollably.

He probably never expected me—always the quiet one—to be this resolute.

In seven years of marriage, I never argued with him.

When he refused to contribute to household expenses, I earned my own money.

When he shirked chores, I never complained.

Even when he demanded two nights a week alone, I silently agreed.

He thought I couldn't live without him.

And it was true—once, I loved him more than anything.

Otherwise, why would someone as averse to marriage and motherhood as me have walked down the aisle and carried his child?

But Gavin destroyed the only courage I'd ever mustered in my life.

Just like how my father betrayed my mother.

I don't hate him.

This was my choice.

But that doesn't mean I'll endure it forever.

Allowing another woman into his heart was my final limit.

The air grew heavier as Jennifer Carter rushed between us.

"Yvonne, you've got it all wrong! Gavin and I are completely innocent!"

I scoffed.

"Innocent or not, it doesn't matter. But if you want to avoid trouble, return the over-a-million dollars."

I slammed the bank statements onto the table and watched her face go pale.

"This money—donated to your foundation—is marital property. If I sue, your charity could get shut down for an investigation."

"And one more thing," I added, a mocking smile curling my lips.

"Isn't it just nauseating for an ex to keep calling him 'Gavin' and me 'sister-in-law'?"

Turning to Gavin, now pale as a ghost, I said, "Looks like we won't be signing anything today. Get well soon—just don't forget to bring your crutches to the divorce."

Under the stunned gazes of everyone in the room, I straightened my back and walked out.

Only the sharp sting in my palm reminded me—this divorce was going to be painful.

Some people can't handle that kind of pain.

And me?

I'm the one who handles it best.