The rain outside grew heavier, pounding against the leaves. In the darkened sky, a flash of lightning lit up the room, followed by loud thunderclaps.
It seemed that when you're down on your luck, things only get worse. Even the heavens were aiding Sean in keeping Mischa here.
She screamed, covering her ears and threw herself into Sean's arms.
Holding her tightly, he frowned impatiently, "It's too dangerous for Mischa to go back tonight. If you don't want to see her, she can stay in my room."
I chuckled bitterly, "Do you remember that I'm your wife? Isn't your room my room? If you're staying with her, then where am I supposed to sleep?"
"A good wife would be understanding, wouldn't she? There are plenty of rooms here, what does it matter where you sleep? Clean up the study room and you can sleep there. If you still don't want to, go stay at a hotel!" With that, Sean held the still-shivering Mischa and headed up to the second floor.
In Sean's eyes, Mischa couldn't go out in the rain, but it was fine for me to be out on the streets searching for a hotel.
To Sean, even sharing a room with his sister-in-law was perfectly acceptable. This reminded me of the marriage certificate he posted this morning. Our marriage certificate might actually be fake.
I found our certificate and messaged my lawyer friend, asking her to help verify its authenticity.
After tidying up both the bedroom and the study, I lay down, icing the swollen part of my face. When did Sean's relationship with Mischa start to change?
It feels like it's been a long time, so long that I've gotten used to being ignored, used to their close interactions.
I stared at the ceiling, unknowingly waiting until dawn. A sudden vibration from my phone broke the silence.
I picked up and my friend's hesitant voice came through, "Krystal, your marriage certificate with Sean … it's fake …"
In that instant, it felt like a bucket of cold water poured over me from head to toe. Though I had expected it, the confirmation still cut me to the core.
I asked, "So … does that mean the marriage certificates for Sean and Mischa could actually be real?"
Then what did the past two years of sharing a bed with Sean mean? I felt like the biggest joke in the world.
I ended the call, letting my hand fall in exhaustion. After an entire night of reflection, I'd decided my marriage to Sean could end here.