"Letting her walk away with nothing is already too kind. If you ask me, she shouldn’t even have the right to see the child again.”
My mother clutched my hand under the table, her voice low and trembling with tears. “Angela, just accept it. You wronged Jonathan, you wronged Ethan. Stop making trouble, please.”
The weight of their stares pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating. Slowly, I drew the agreement out from under Jonathan’s hand. But instead of signing, I reached into my purse, pulled out a sealed bag, and set it on the table with a soft thud.
“I do have an objection.” My voice wasn’t loud, but it cut through the noise like a blade, silencing the room in an instant. “The one who should be walking away with nothing isn’t me. It’s Jonathan.”
The entire room froze. Jonathan’s brows knitted together, and for the briefest second, a flicker of shock crossed his eyes.
“You’ve all been so curious, haven’t you?” I let a cold smile curl across my lips as I swept my gaze over the crowd. “Why do I insist on divorcing? Fine. I’ll tell you now. The reason I want a divorce is because of that eel in the tank.”
