His Rival Became My Husband Chapter 2

I rushed over and blocked him. "I won't let you go to her!"

George took a deep breath, trying to suppress his rage.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Alice and I grew up together."

"We are just friends. Why do you always have to pick on her?!"

"Oh, really? Does a 'friend' mumble your name repeatedly when she's drunk?"

"Does a 'friend' secretly kiss you while you're asleep?"

"Enough!" George shouted impatiently. "I already explained those things to you."

"Can you stop bringing up the past every single time we fight?!"

It felt like a heavy blow to my chest. The pain was dull and agonizing.

"So, you are absolutely going to see her today, no matter what?"

"Yes!" George answered without a second of hesitation.

I wiped my tears and laughed bitterly. "If I say we are divorcing if you walk out that door... will you still go?"

"Yes!"

"Fine. Let's get divorced."

George was stunned for a moment. But soon, he regained his arrogant posture and mocked me.

"Are you ever going to stop this drama? Since you love throwing tantrums so much, I'll teach you a lesson today."

He grabbed my arm, dragged me out of the house, and shoved me into his car.

Bam!

My head hit the car frame hard. The stinging pain brought fresh tears to my eyes.

"What are you doing?!"

"What am I doing? Aren't you begging for a divorce? I'm taking you to the courthouse right now!"

He slammed on the gas. My head spun from the sudden acceleration.

All the way to the courthouse, George heatedly accused me of everything I had done "wrong."

"Alice has never said a single bad word about you, yet you target her at every turn!"

"I'm sick of your constant tantrums, and I'm sick of living under your surveillance!"

My head was pounding so hard from the bump that his voice sounded distant and muffled.