Divorce Over a Bow on a Coat Chapter 04

Divorce Over a Bow on a Coat Chapter 04

I don’t know who threw the first empty water bottle, only that they shouted something about “waking her up.”

Soon, more objects flew through the air.

I was quickly covered in filth. A can sliced my forehead open.

Just as the stinging pain began to radiate across my skin, someone stepped in front of me.

It was Walker.

He rushed to my side, shielding me with his body as he tilted my chin up to examine my forehead.

“Odessa, are you okay? Why wouldn’t you eat?”

“When the doctor called, I was terrified.”

“Come home, Odessa. Let me take care of you.”

“Even if you’re trapped by some strange ideas right now, I still want to be with you.”

Someone in the crowd yelled out.

“Man, you’re really going to stay with someone like that? She’ll destroy you.”

Walker held me even tighter.

“Even if it ends badly, I don’t care.”

As soon as he said that, the crowd grew noticeably quieter.

Many people lowered the objects in their hands.

“Forget it. She’s lucky to have a husband like that.”

“She has to be moved by this. She won’t bring up divorce again.”

They didn’t expect me to immediately struggle out of Walker’s embrace.

“The divorce is happening. Tomorrow at noon, I’m going live to explain everything.”

I didn’t say another word. I just pressed the call button and asked the nurse to clear the room.

Noon the next day came quickly.

My declaration at the hospital had been filmed and posted online, spreading like wildfire across every platform.

Some people cursed me, while others were just there for the show.

The moment I started the Instagram livestream, the viewers flooded in.

“It’s finally starting. Let’s see what kind of excuse she comes up with for this divorce.”

“Don’t get your hopes up. What could she possibly say?”

“That her husband made their daughter milk instead of her, so she got jealous?”

“I’d believe it. I went to school with her.”

“She was weird back then, too. She’d get mad if her deskmate talked to someone else.”

“Why isn’t she on camera yet? Is she chickening out?”

“Can’t blame her. Why stick around to get dragged through the mud?”

I turned on the camera amid the flood of comments.

“Don’t worry. There’s plenty of evidence to get through today.”

I held up two DNA reports to the camera.

One was for me and Sophia. The other was for Walker and Sophia.

The results were clear.

I was Sophia’s biological mother.

Walker was not her biological father.

The comment section went silent for half a second before exploding.

“What is happening? Is she admitting it?”

“She’s actually admitting she cheated.”

“Poor Mr. Walker. He raised another man’s child all these years.”

“Is she insane? Even if you did something like that, why broadcast it to the world? Have you no shame?”

The insults multiplied instantly.

The consensus was that I must be mentally ill.

Otherwise, why would I have an affair behind my husband’s back, only to post the evidence online myself?

I watched the comments scroll by and just smiled.

“Who said I cheated? I’m not done with my evidence.”