Before I could finish, he subconsciously twisted the ring on his finger. Within seconds, he snatched up his phone and smashed it onto the floor, as if his last shred of cover had been ripped away.
With a loud crash, the phone lay shattered, lifeless on the ground.
“You’re insane! What nonsense are you spouting? The rings are just the silver bands we bought the year we married. And that dress—I paid a fortune to buy it for you! What does any of this have to do with Sophia?”
Yes… if I hadn’t seen Sophia Reed’s social media post last night, showing off that same rare pair of rings… I wouldn’t have realized my husband’s heart was big enough to hold two women.
I had no desire to argue further. Quietly, I walked to the drawer, pulled out the divorce papers, and handed them to him.
“Ten years of marriage. Signing this divorce is the last dignity we have left.”
Before I could blink, he sat down beside me, cut a piece of steak, and tried to feed it to me. I swatted his hand away.
The wineglass fell to the floor, shattering into countless shards—just like our already broken marriage.
He threw down his knife and fork and began yelling at me.
“Fine… I’ll buy it for you. But this is the only time! As for divorce, I’ll take it as you just venting. If you bring it up again, I won’t let it slide…”
“Don’t forget, you’re just a housewife now. Without me, what could you possibly do? You’d be useless. Take a look at my friends’ wives—see how sensible they are?”
He must have forgotten… If it weren’t for him kneeling before me five years ago, begging me to stay and support his startup, I would never have given up my promotion, never have lost myself.
After graduating from college with excellent grades, I had been accepted by a Federal Contracting Firm.
But him? He sent out countless résumés, went through endless interviews, and only managed to get hired by a small private company that paid less than half my salary.
A year later, he decided to start his own business. He knelt before me, begging me to give him all my savings.
I agreed. And he succeeded.
Now, hearing him belittle me with those cruel words, a sharp pain tore through my chest. So this was the end of love—not growing old together, but erasing the good memories.
“Ryan Hayes, I’m not being unreasonable… If you won’t agree to a peaceful divorce, fine. I’ll file for legal separation right away.”