Hospital

Grace

“ Maybe I should…take it to the court after all. ” I mumble under my breath, my brows pinched in concentration.

My lack of horror towards stabbing Ethan and hurting Lily surprises me. But I still can’t bring myself to regret it.

Instead, I regret not doing it sooner.

“ Or I should— ”

A warm hand around my wrist makes me pause. I look down, to find my hand still holding onto to Tristin’s wrist.

My lips purse, my eyes narrowing on my trembling fingers. It’s so stupid that I haven’t stopped trembling.

It’s like something inside me is screaming at me to wake up, but I am still lost in an abyss, unable to think about anything else but the damn divorce.

The sooner Ethan divorces me, the sooner I can leave this awful world.

I can be at peace. I—

Tristin pries my fingers off his wrist and turns my hand around to look at my palm. I blink at the deep gash on my hand that is bleeding profusely. The scissors must have hurt me too.

After all, it’s not possible to hurt someone else and not g