I went home, packed my things and moved into the small house I had bought before we married.
I had bought it with my own savings. When Kendall found out about it, it led to a fight between us.
“Only a fool would buy an apartment. It’s so small and far away—it’s embarrassing. You should’ve used the money to buy a car instead. Then I could drive around with dignity.”
Later, my parents bought me a top-tier luxury car as part of the wedding gift and Kendall was finally satisfied.
I was grateful I hadn’t listened to her advice.
The small apartment had become my safe place. The luxury car already belonged to Nolan.
By the time all the chaos was over, it was dawn.
I hadn’t slept at all, so I went out and printed the divorce papers.
When I returned home, I found Kendall waiting at the door.
It surprised me; this was the first time she had ever come to see me.
“I was probably too harsh last night, but you really shouldn’t have treated my friend that way. Go apologize to Nolan and let’s put this behind us.”
Yesterday, before I left, I had overheard Nolan say, “He’s just a spoiled son of a nouveau riche. Bad temper, little ability. Marrying someone like him was truly unfortunate.”
To outsiders, Kendall had called me a jealous and suspicious husband.
But in reality, she had always been the one throwing tantrums in our marriage, while showing a gentle, polite face to everyone else.
At home, she had been picky and hard to please. Even adding chopped green onions to a dish had made her furious. She would scold me, then throw the plate aside and walk away.
“I was never the one to apologize.”
I handed her the divorce agreement and opened my bedroom door. Kendall followed close behind, hugging me tightly from behind.
“Stop throwing a tantrum! Isn’t it enough for me to apologize?” Her hands slid over me.
“I know I’ve been neglecting you lately and you’re angry. Isn’t it enough if I promise you a child?”
The thought of her closeness with Nolan made me sick.
I shoved her away. “Don’t touch me! You’re filthy!”
Kendall’s face turned red with anger, her eyes burning. But before she could lash out, everything went black—I had passed out.
When I woke up, I was in the hospital.
Kendall sat by my bed, her face full of concern. “Zayden, you can argue, but don’t use your body to get angry with me, okay? You fainted with a high fever. You really scared me this time.”
“Don’t you know why I have a fever?”