Catrin walked in, taking in the sight of weak and frail sight of Idris. She frowned, not liking seeing him like that.
But more than that, she didnât like the way she was getting treated. It was humiliating. "I am your wife, yet you are refusing to see me. Is this how you are going to treat me now?"
Arwen looked at her, but she didnât intervene.
Idris turned his gaze towards her as well and frowned. "What are you doing here?" he asked as though he wasnât expecting to see her there.
"What?" Catrin asked, not understanding what he meant by that. "You are asking me what am I doing here? Really, Idris?"
"I am your wife." She walked closer, stepping closer to his bed. "Of course, I have to be here. I donât understand why I was the only one who was informed at the end. Shouldnât I be kept informed of your situation first?"
"No, that wasnât required," Idris didnât even hesitate.
"What do you mean by that, Idris? How am I so insignificant? I â"
"Catrin, there is no need to keep these formalities anymore," he said, his voice low but steady. "Itâs not that you are insignificant. You are just no longer significant enough. We are getting a divorce soon, and I have already made that very clear to you. It would be better if, instead of coming here, you would go to sign the papers. So that the procedures get done as soon as possible."
"Idris â"
"Catrin," Even though Idris was feeling weak, he interrupted Catrin smoothly. "Letâs now stop going around in circles. I am not going to reconsider my decision anymore because I no longer have patience for that. The sooner you accept, the better it will be."
Catrin gritted. Her fingers clenched as she turned to look at Arwen with eyes full of blame. "Are you satisfied now?" she asked. "You are the reason why everything is falling apart. How can you still be so insensitive?"
Arwenâs brows furrowed slightly, as though she couldnât understand why she was suddenly being accused. But then, pausing a beat, the corner of her lips curved into a subtle smile.
"Sorry, Mrs. Quinn, but you are blaming the wrong person. If you want to see the real culprit, walk to the nearest mirror and you will see the one who deserves to be blamed. And believe me, itâs not me."
Catrinâs eyes widened at the blatant retort. Rage clouded her face, and before anyone could stop her, she stepped forward and raised her hand to slap Arwen across her face.
"Catrin!" Idrisâs voice rose; however, he was too weak to move.
Arwen froze, her pupils dilating a little in shock. She hadnât expected it. By the time she realized what was happening, it was too late to dodge. Closing her eyes, she braced herself for the sharp sting.
But it never came.
Seconds passed, and all she felt was heavy silence pressing down on her. Confused, she opened her eyes âonly to see Catrinâs hand suspended mid-air, caught firmly in a grip.
"How dare you?" Catrin spat, her voice trembling in rage. But her words werenât directed to Arwen.
Arwen turned her head. Standing beside her, Aiden held Catrinâs wrist in his hand, his brows knitted into a dark frown.
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