"I want to believe you, but I saw it with my own eyes. My eyes don't lie, but you do, Hyland Riley. Let me tell you, don't even think about divorcing me. You'll never shake me off unless I'm dead. Don't forget what you've done," Stella glared fiercely at Hyland before heading upstairs to her room.
The moment she closed the door, the tears she had been holding back flowed freely. She looked at her sleeping daughter, and her heart ached so much she could hardly breathe.
Downstairs, Hyland sat with the sting of the slap still lingering on his cheek, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. If he could, he wouldn't want to separate from Stella. He didn't want her to doubt him.
But now, he had no other choice. This was the only way to resolve things. He felt a twinge of resentment towards Stella—why couldn't she understand him?
Neither of them wanted things to reach this point. He didn't truly want to divorce Stella; it was all a ruse to deceive Sylvia Byrne.
