I Divorced Him After He Burned Me for Her

It all began when I accidentally spilled my drink on the dress Leon cherished, worn by Isla Snyder—a Victorian-style gown. His reaction was to dump hot oil on my face. Watching me suffer, he gently shielded Isla's eyes, murmuring, “Don’t look, love; it’s not for you to see.”

His voice turned icy as he threatened, “This is what you get for upsetting Isla. Next time, it’ll be far worse.” Despite the blistering pain, I nodded stoically.

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Arriving at the hospital entrance, I overheard Leon chatting with some friends about me.

“Leon, why bother giving her a ride? She can walk home on her own,” one suggested.

Leon sneered, “I wouldn't bother if my dad wasn’t making me do it.”

“Your dad’s got nerve, making you marry such a mess,” another added.

Leon’s expression darkened. “I’ve no clue what's in his mind. If it weren’t for him, I'd have ended it with Miranda long ago.”

He noticed me as he finished speaking. His friends erupted in laughter, pointing at me, “Look at her face; it's a lost cause.”

Their laughter rang in my ears as Isla attempted to soothe the situation, “Miranda, don’t take it to heart. They’re just teasing. Besides, your face doesn’t matter when you’re already married, right?”

Everyone knew Leon’s devotion lay with Isla, and hearing it from her made my position feel even more foolish. Once, such words would have broken me, but now, I just acknowledged them and moved to leave.

Leon blocked my way, jingling his car keys, “Isla and I need the car today; you’ll need to walk,” he said.

Gritting my teeth to suppress my frustration, I walked away from the mocking stares.

After a few minutes, Leon's car caught up, pulling in front of me. I veered around it and pressed on.

Leon seemed stunned momentarily, then exited, gripping my arm and shoving me into the driver's seat as he and Isla settled in the back.

“You drive,” he commanded coldly as I focused on the road, pretending not to notice their antics in the rear.

I drove quietly, ignoring what happened behind me. Eventually, Leon broke the silence, instructing me to, “Park by the river where it’s quiet.”

I parked by the riverbank as directed. Leon's hand roamed under Isla's clothing while he mocked me, “Still around? Don’t think I’ll ever touch you. I can’t stand the sight of your face. Now get out and keep watch.”

As they continued their affair, leaving clothes strewn around the car, I tossed Leon’s jacket back at them from the passenger seat. “Don’t ruin my new car,” I said, stepping out. That’s when Warren Grant called.

“Miranda, let Leon take the call.”

“He’s busy with Isla, expanding the family line in the car,” I replied.

An awkward pause followed before Warren sighed, “Are you really going through with the divorce?”

“Uncle Warren, the papers are signed.”

I’d met Leon to get his signature on the divorce papers, and he signed them without a