My brother-in-law My husband
Chapter 2

"Where's Amanda? I'll take him down the street."

"He's at my mom's house now." Answer Catherine.

"She didn't get the proper dinner she was supposed to get, so I had her celebrate with her grandmother and cousin there."

Marcell frowned. "Why are you overreacting? We always have dinner with Amanda. I just missed a day!"

"One day?" Catherine glared at him.

"Marcell Sebastian's. Don't you realize you've been gone weeks? I can count with my finger how many times you've been home in the past month!"

"If you want to spend your time with that cheap secretary please just go!" Firm Catherine.

"Oh, shut up, Catherine. I don't have time for this shit. So why? Comeon! Don't ignore the fact that I can get bored and feel tired with my work at the office." Marcell replied in self-defense.

"Once upon a time playing with women shouldn't be a problem. In exchange, even to death I can give you a luxurious life. Fuck those! Arguing with you won't solve the problem."

Marcell's upset now. He came home today to make amends last night who forgot his promise to Amanda. But she had to listen to Catherine

yelling about the same thing over and over again.

"Don't make me dizzy with your babbling."

"Dizziness?" Catherine bit her lower lip. Her hands had been clenched the entire time and she had almost punched her guiltless husband.

But Catherine was ready for a bigger blow than just a punch. She was ready for everything she would bear after crying all night. Crying about this, about the family he was trying to keep would be ruined after he signed the paper.

He hasn't slept all night. No matter how many times he tried to close his eyes, his eyes would open whenever he heard the sound of a car outside. I wish it was Marcell's car.

But it wasn't Marcell. Because that bastard spent his time satisfying his secretary in a hotel room and forgetting his real family.

Catherine took the divorce papers from the table and pushed them into Marcell's chest.

"Take it! I'm making you dizzy? Maybe the letter will cure your dizziness."

Marcell who was surprised frowned. He was still confused and could barely read the words in the letter.

"What the hell is this?" She asked.

"That's a divorce letter. I've filled out my part of signing it, you just have to do the same. Or should I call your secretary to help you?"

"Divorce?"

In addition to his sight and hearing, Marcell's mind sharpened even more. He squinted his eyes and looked at Catherine.

"Yes. You can see it for yourself. I won't do it again after this." Catherine insists. Talking with fire in his mouth. He froze hard to keep looking strong. She did not want to look desperate in front of her husband who had been having an affair since she was still pregnant their only child.

But anyone knew how bleeding his heart was when he handed the divorce papers to Marcell.

Divorcement

The word burned Marcell. He blinked a few times to skim through the paper. And it's all legitimate. Catherine wasn't lying and was really being serious when it came to divorce. The idea of divorce was never in Marcell's mind.

He would never divorce this woman before him.

Marcell always thought that he had a stable life with her, even though he cheated on her he gave a comfortable life, a life that almost every woman would lighten up.

In a rich life, Catherine could get anything she wanted. He can get the whole city if he wants.

But, Marcell also admitted that Catherine was not as luxurious as he had hoped. She wished Catherine could be more wasteful in spending money, so she could have a reason to play outside.

But that was all he could get as a man, money.

"Yes, right. I'd go crazy if I kept living with you." Answer Catherine.

"Curtain! Is this all because of money?"

"If you're mad at me just because I slept with another woman, just buy yourself something nice. Buy bags, jewelry or a car if you want. You know money's not a problem for me, Catherine Sebastian."

"I'm not CATHERINE SEBASTIAN anymore!"

Catherine took the divorce papers and waved them in front of Marcell's face. Pointing with his long index finger to where he had already signed.

"Look! I use names

my girl's on the divorce papers! I can't stand living with you anymore. I want us to split up!"

Marcell saw the name Catherine had designated. That's right Catherine Anderson. He was very confident about the divorce and Marcell still did not understand why.

"Whatever! Stop talking about divorce. I'm in a bad shape right now. Remember, I wouldn't laugh if you said this was just a joke."

"Sadly this is no joke."

"I gave you money and a life of luxury. What else do you want?"

Catherine was silent and did not think. He closed his gaping mouth. Marcell did not understand how serious this was. She was not aware of how much pain Catherine had caused her.

8 Years of marriage and 7 years of betrayal. Where Marcell forces her to be a good wife and housewife takes care of their child at home, whereas she makes love to every woman she meets out there.

"I gave you the status of Sebastian's daughter-in-law, a stable household and a smart daughter." He's wasting his breath.

"Everything I gave you. Stop talking weird weird and just tell me what you need!" Further.

"I want a divorce, DAMN it! I want a divorce!"

Catherine began to punch Marcell in the chest with all her might while shouting. Yet she was just an ordinary woman, nothing compared to the man power that was in front of her.

The irritated Marcell finally gripped Catherine's wrist tightly.

"Akh!"

Marcell leaned over her face just inches away from Catherine's face. He repeated his question as if he still did not understand what was wrong.

"Do I need to remind you where you came from, Catherine?"

"I'm helping you out of poverty. Pay your family's debt and help you pay for your education."

"Do you think you could still live like this if it wasn't for my help?"

"Catherine, use your little brain for a second. I know you're just a stupid housewife, but I chose you," said Marcell, thinking that it would be enough to intimidate and dissuade Catherine from divorce.

"Of course, I slept with another woman, but have I ever done it in our house? Did I ever let Amanda see my affair? Did I stop giving money to you and Amanda?"

"So, say. What do I do to stop thinking about divorce? You wouldn't have anything without me if you decided to continue this divorce."

Catherine looked at Marcell, the man she had loved for 12 years, the man she shared a bed with, the man who gave her a beautiful daughter and promised that she was the one. Her tears began to pool and fall onto her cheeks.

"I want you to be like you used to be." Catherine.

"Huh?"

"I need love, Marcell Sebastian."