I didn’t want to speak to them at all; their actions disgusted me.

Brynn approached, putting on an act. “I’m sorry, Nicole. My beloved son Toby just died, and I’m in so much pain. I just wanted Fitch to be with me. If you’re upset, Fitch, you should go back with Nicole.”

In Fitch’s eyes, Brynn was the victim, and I was the unreasonable one.

“That dog, if it knew its owner was a shameless homewrecker, it probably wouldn’t want to live either.”

I didn’t even look up. For a woman like Brynn, I had no respect to offer.

Fitch frowned. “Nicole! Toby’s death devastated Brynn. If I hadn’t been there to comfort her, she would have broken down! Can’t you show some kindness instead of making heartless comments?”

Brynn losing sleep over a dog?

Do you know how many sleepless nights I’ve spent crying over Jolin’s death?

I watched coldly as Fitch eagerly defended a dog and shouted at me.

I was his lawful wife, while Brynn was just a mistress.

“Nicole, apologize to Brynn! I can forgive you on her behalf.” Fitch demanded with an arrogant attitude, yet trying to appear tolerant.

My heart was seething with anger.

"You want me to apologize to the homewrecker? No way!" I spat.

"I've just been busy these past few days and didn't have time for you and Jolin. Do you really have to be this angry?"

At this point, Fitch’s innocent expression made me want to slap him.

"Always using the threat of divorce against me. I promise you, I'll celebrate Jolin's birthday in a couple of days, alright? It may be late, but I'm sure she'll be very happy."

Perhaps, in Fitch's mind, generously taking time to spend with our daughter on her birthday was a great favor to both me and her?

"She won't have birthdays anymore, only death anniversaries."

"Nicole! What nonsense are you talking about? I know you're mad at me, but don't bring our daughter into this." Fitch looked at me in disbelief.

I was utterly exhausted, having not rested well for days and running a high fever. My body was at its limit.

As I tried to leave, Fitch grabbed my hand forcefully.

I nearly fell, rubbing my swollen wrist.

Fitch finally realized he had hurt me and softly said: "Alright, alright, I know you like to throw tantrums. Toby's death was hard for Brynn to handle. I was worried she'd do something rash. You know how much she loves animals. She's so kind-hearted. If you get to know her, you two could become good friends."

This jerk actually thought he could enjoy the best of both worlds. I must have been blind to marry him.

In the past few days, if he had spent even a little time with our family, he would have known what happened to our daughter. But he was always with Brynn.

Does he really think our daughter is less important than a dog?

All his tenderness and care went to Brynn.

In his eyes, I was always unreasonable, while Brynn was the epitome of kindness and love.

I needed to end this nightmare of a marriage as soon as possible.

"Brynn has no right to be my friend! Look over the divorce agreement. If everything is in order, sign it, and we’ll finalize this."

I sent Fitch a screenshot and walked away without looking back.

As I walked away, Fitch, utterly confused, made a phone call.

"Noah, get me a British Shorthair blue cat. Send it to my daughter and tell her it’s a birthday gift from me. Tell her to let her mom know not to be mad at me. I'll celebrate her birthday a couple of days late. And tell her I’ve been busy. She would be thrilled to know I’m planning her birthday."

After making the call, Fitch seemed to think my anger was just a tantrum and that his generous gesture of celebrating Jolin’s birthday would make everything right again.