"My mother went a bit too far, but you don't need to argue with her, we're family after all."
I leisurely picked up a cherry and put it in my mouth. “It won’t be like that anymore.”
The three people opposite me suddenly fell silent.
The cherries burst sour on my tongue. After a moment, I spat them into the trash.
If something wasn’t right, it could be returned. People were the same.
“Julius, what do you mean by that?” The woman’s voice was low, carrying a hint of impending storm.
I calmly wiped my mouth before answering, “It means exactly what it says.”
“Gabriela, I want a divorce.”
A hint of surprise flashed across the woman’s face.
She quickly regained her composure and sighed helplessly.
“Julius, stop making a scene. How can you just casually say something like ‘divorce’?”
I quickly retorted. “When have you ever seen me mention divorce?”
When Gabriela’s mother loved playing cards and the cards table kept me on the verge of a nervous breakdown from morning till night, I never mentioned divorce.
When I was forced to drink folk remedies every day to regulate my body, which resulted in food poisoning and hospitalization, I never mentioned divorce.
Gabriela was away on a business trip for a month, almost completely out of contact and I never mentioned divorce.
She forgot my birthday, but remembered a client's wedding anniversary and I never mentioned divorce then either.
For years, I swallowed all my grievances, just for a moment's glance from a woman.
Gabriela was silent for a moment, then said earnestly, "I apologize to you on behalf of my mother and Leon. Don't say such hurtful things again."
"The economic ties between the Petersen and Davidson families are complex. If the media sensationalizes and exaggerates, it will be a huge loss for both families."
Gabriela was truly something else.
Not only did she have absolute confidence in herself, but her first thought was always about profit.
The woman suddenly moved closer and I caught a strong scent—a somewhat familiar men's fragrance.
I quickly realized it was Leon's cologne.
A wave of nausea suddenly washed over me.
I rushed to the bathroom.
After an uncontrollable bout of vomiting, a woman entered, her voice tinged with worry. "What happened?"
I shook my head violently, wanting her to leave quickly.
But unexpectedly, Leon followed me in.
He seemed quite unconcerned, bending down to hand me a bottle of water.