I Was His Substitute Bride Chapter 23
Spencer’s eyes flew wide open. “Victoria!”
Mr. and Mrs. Prescott were both stunned.
It wasn’t like they hadn’t tried to force me out before.
But whether it was a heavy bribe or threats to my physical safety, I’d held my ground and refused to yield.
So why was I now volunteering for a divorce?
Mrs. Prescott recovered quickly. Eager to nail down my words. “Spencer, Victoria doesn’t want to be with you anymore. Why are you still clinging? And today, Blair was slapped by you and refused to even tell us. We had to drag it out of her. Doesn’t that show she’s better than this Victoria? I’ve made a decision. Blair is moving in. You’ll stay here too. Take good care of her and help her heal.”
My mouth twitched. Almost wanted to laugh.
So a slap needed convalescence.
Spencer’s face was ashen. “You’re letting Blair move in? Victoria has never even moved in, and you’re letting her move in first?”
He looked around. Spotted a suitcase by the sofa.
Without a word, he hoisted the suitcase and hurled it out the door.
He grabbed my hand. Held it tight. “I’m telling you all, my wife is Victoria and Victoria alone. Since none of you welcome her, I won’t be coming back.”
He stormed out, dragging me with him.
I had no reason to stay.
At the gate, I tried to pry his fingers off. Said, tonelessly, “Spencer, your parents were right. How is Blair not better than me? Why do you have to—”
“Does it have to be because you’re ‘better’ than her for me to like you?”
He cut me off, rough. Tears welled in his eyes. “So what if one day someone even better than Blair comes along? Should I just throw her away too?”
“Victoria, in your heart, am I really that bad? Am I just that awful?”
Seeing the hurt in his expression, my heart ached. A dull, lingering pain.
