Chapitre 438: Chapter Four Hundred And Thirty-eight: A Hell Called Home

The third point of view:

It was like watching a soap opera, it all felt surreal yet entertaining. No one had expected the three hundred and sixty change of event. They had all come to criticize and persecute Cecil only to get burned in the process. 

"Mom!" 

"Mother!" 

Erica was more shocked than her elder sister - it seems she loved mother more than she showed it. 

"What did you just say?" Vincent finally recovered from his own shock. 

"You heard me, right. I want a divorce," 

"Are you mad?" 

"Yes, I am. I finally am. I'm mad enough that I want to be set free from this bondage. What am I to you?" 

"Of course, you're my wife," 

"Are you kidding me?" The woman seemed further agitated by that response from her husband, "Have you ever treated me like a wife? All I ever was to you was a property, a woman that should know her place, a woman that was to fulfill her womanly role, nothing else!"