“So you want a divorce because you’re jealous of one woman? Who the hell would believe that?”
“What if you weren’t actually a woman?” I asked coldly, fixing my eyes on her.
Just last week, I had seen Emily stepping out of Sophia’s car again.
I happened to pass by, unnoticed by them.
And that’s when I saw the truth I could barely process.
Sophia’s long hair was fake.
She always wore a wig, covering her head.
With heavy makeup accentuating delicate features, no one could tell she was actually a man.
Not even me—I had never once considered the possibility.
Sophia froze briefly, then suddenly burst into laughter.
Emily turned on me angrily:
“Daniel Carter, that’s going too far! That’s outrageous!”
“Sophia has been my best friend for years. How could she possibly not be a woman?”
“I want you to explain yourself clearly. What the hell do you mean?”
From the moment I asked for a divorce, Emily had been acting humble, submissive—like I was the one being unreasonable and impulsive.
But when I declared Sophia wasn’t a woman, that was the first time Emily truly lost her temper.
“Are you just panicking because I caught you hiding something?” she snapped.
“Panicking? No—you’re the one being unreasonable!” I shot back.
Emily’s reaction was completely different from before.
But to say Sophia was a man—nobody in the room was going to believe that.
From her looks to her dress, from her mannerisms to her voice, Sophia seemed entirely female.
To prove herself, Sophia grabbed her boyfriend’s arm.
“I knew you’d accuse me of making Daniel jealous, so I brought my man along. And you’re still saying this?”
“What now? Are you suggesting I swing both ways?”
I met her provocative gaze with a smirk.
“Why don’t you just take off that wig?”
“What wig? This is my real hair! Stop spouting nonsense!”
