Chapter 4

By the time I got home, it was evening. Pushing open the door, I saw Jaxon and Seraphina in a compromising situation, their clothes disheveled.

Jaxon was holding my mother’s favorite cat.

I exploded in rage: “Who told you to touch my pet?!”

“This is my home! Get out!”

“Now! Immediately!”

They were startled and quickly got up.

Jaxon, especially, his eyes red, hid behind Seraphina, putting on a pitiful, wronged expression: “Seraphina, did I upset Liam again? Maybe I shouldn’t have come here.”

“It’s true, I’m just like my dog – no one likes me. Seraphina, I won’t bother you and Liam anymore. I’ll leave now.”

He started to walk out. But Seraphina grabbed Jaxon, pulling him behind her, her gaze at me filled with even more disgust:

“Liam, I’ve never seen such an overbearing, unreasonable man! What did Jaxon do wrong for you to target him like this?! I can’t stand narrow-minded people like you!”

I frowned, disgusted by Seraphina’s twisted logic.

“Fine by me. I don’t want someone else’s sloppy seconds anyway,” I said coldly, unwilling to argue further. “We’re getting divorced tomorrow. But Seraphina, remember this: I’m the one who’s leaving you.”

Seraphina froze, her eyes reddening. She stepped forward and grabbed my wrist. “What do you mean?”

“Can’t you understand?” I sneered. “I find you disgusting.”

Seraphina’s eyes were bloodshot, her voice suddenly rising. “Say that again, if you dare!”

Jaxon had retreated to the window at some point. Startled by Seraphina’s outburst, his hand jerked, and he threw the cat out the window.

I felt myself collapsing. I lunged forward, grabbing Jaxon’s collar. “Why did you do that?!”

Jaxon frantically waved his hands. “No, no, I was just scared by you, that’s why I threw it. I didn’t mean to…”

But I’d clearly seen him smiling as he threw the cat. He hadn’t been scared at all. And we were on the thirteenth floor; the cat was as good as dead!

“Liam, why are you shouting?!” Seraphina blocked Jaxon, pushing me away forcefully. “It’s just a cat! If it dies, it dies! Why are you making such a fuss?!”

I looked at Seraphina, and my heart completely died. That cat was bought by my father for my mother before he passed away.

It was her only memento of him, her emotional anchor. Seraphina knew this perfectly well, yet she dismissed it so lightly, shielding Jaxon.

When Jaxon's dog went missing, she cut off my mother’s medical funds. But when *my* cat was gone, I wasn’t even allowed to raise my voice.

Look at the double standards.