Warm My Frozen Heart Chapter 06
Yvonne found herself shamelessly thinking, ‘So what if I cheated a few times? He’s a grown man. Why can’t he be a little more understanding? Men make mistakes all the time. Why can’t women? Why is Jason being so heartless?’
She stormed into the bedroom like a madwoman and began searching for any trace of the other woman.
The moment she looked at the bed, her eyes narrowed. She couldn’t help but wonder if Jason had ever brought that woman home and spent the night in that same bed.
The thought sent her into a blind rage.
Yvonne grabbed a knife and jabbed it against the bedsheet and the comforter. Like a lunatic, she slashed and tore at everything in sight.
Only when the fabric lay in shredded pieces across the floor did she finally collapse from exhaustion.
For the first time, she realized just how much Jason must have suffered all these years.
She was losing her mind over one person.
How much pain had Jason endured?
She’d selfishly ignored it again and again.
Overwhelmed with regret, Yvonne kept calling and messaging him.
[Jason, please answer the phone. I truly know I was wrong. I admit I’ve been a terrible person. Please give me a chance to make it up to you.]
won’t have anything to do with any of them ever again. I swear I’m telling the truth.]
[Jason, please.]
She cried, begged, and carried on like someone completely desperate.
But that entire night, Jason remained unreachable.
Yvonne didn’t know whether she’d fallen asleep or simply passed out from blood loss.
When she woke up, she was already in the hospital.
Her parents’ expressions were grim.
Her mom immediately yelled, “What kind of husband disappears all night while his wife is injured? If I hadn’t gone to check on you, you could’ve died!
“Divorce him. Right now!”
Yvonne was silent for a while. She said in an exhausted voice, “Mom, stay out of this. This is all my fault.”
Her mom froze. She became even angrier.
“I’m defending you, and you’re still taking his side? You’re in the hospital, and he hasn’t even called once! Does that sound reasonable to you?”
Yvonne rubbed her aching temples.
“I’ll handle it myself. I told you to stay out of it.”
With that, she got up and walked away.
Her parents shouted angrily after her.
For the past two days, my phone hadn’t stopped vibrating.
Yvonne kept calling from different numbers.
I blocked every single one of them.
After receiving treatment, Mom’s condition improved significantly.
Once I talked things over with my parents, they fully supported my decision to get a divorce.
This was especially true for my father. The disgust on his face was impossible to hide.
“I don’t know what you ever saw in that piece of trash. She’s gotten worse every year. Divorce her already.”/
Money wasn’t an issue for my family. They hired the best divorce attorney they could find.
Before long, I officially filed a lawsuit against Yvonne.
Jennifer stayed by my side through all of it. She was in her senior year of college and finishing up her internship.
Given her wealthy family background, the internship was mostly a formality.
When she learned I was finally getting divorced, she was practically bouncing with excitement.
“This is amazing! I can finally exist in public!”
I almost laughed.
Jennifer, meanwhile, felt no embarrassment whatsoever.
“Being the secret girlfriend is terrible. Once you’re divorced, I’ll introduce you to my mom. I’m not getting any younger. It’s time to get married.”
I stared at her in disbelief when I saw the grumpy look on her face. “You’re only twenty-two. Why would you get married that young?”
“That’s none of your business. I just want to get married!”
“I don’t.”
I’d only just escaped one marriage. I wanted at least a couple of years of freedom.
“You’re such a jerk!”
Jennifer pinched my waist in frustration. Laughing and bickering, we made our way back to the apartment, only to find Yvonne waiting downstairs.
Until that moment, she’d still been trying to convince herself that everything was a lie I made up.
But when she saw me being affectionate with another woman, something inside her snapped.
