My heart was filled with hatred, and I was about to hit her in the face with bloodshot eyes.
But a hand appeared behind me and grabbed my wrist tightly.
Carol threw herself into Bruce's arms weakly, sobbing, "Bruce, I'm so scared."
Bruce stroked Carol's hair with his other hand and comforted her softly, "It's okay. No one can hurt you as long as I'm here."
Then he looked at me, and the tenderness on his face instantly turned into gloom. "I asked her to smash it. You asked people to kidnap Carol, causing her to have psychological trauma. The doctor found that she suffered from mild depression.
"It isn't too much to destroy your flower shop to let her vent her emotions, right?"
I was so angry that I laughed. It took me five years to build the flower shop to its current size.
Now it had all been destroyed by Carol, but Bruce said it was not too much.
I asked him coldly, "This flower shop is mine, not yours. What qualifications do you have to let her vent her emotions here?"
"I can compensate you for all your losses, but don't let me see you trying to hurt Carol again, or I won't let you go."
Bruce threw my hand away with force, and I lost my balance and fell to the ground.
The broken pieces of the flowerpot on the ground pierced into my flesh, and I gasped in pain.
"Since you love her so much, why don't you agree to divorce me?" I frowned.
When Carol heard the word "divorce", she showed joy in her eyes. I guessed she dreamed of replacing me.
Bruce's face darkened. "Shut up! I don't want to hear you say these words from now on. We have been through so many ups and downs in the past ten years. Why are you saying divorce now? You disappoint me."
He said that I disappointed him, but he was the one who disappointed me.
He favored another woman in front of me and killed my child. Now he didn't agree to divorce. Did he want to enjoy the happiness of having two wives?
Since he didn't want a divorce, I would force him to divorce.
As I stood up, I picked up a flower pot and smashed it hard on Carol's head.
Bruce instinctively raised his arm to protect her, and the flowerpot was smashed into pieces on his arm.
His face was gloomy, and he glared at me murderously. "It seems that I indulged you too much, so you became so mean.