"Isn't divorce what you've always wanted? Then let's do it first. I don't trust you to live with them while you're in this unstable state. Once you've adjusted, we'll talk about remarriage."
A strange sense of relief washed over me. The fight drained from my body. Without another word, I bent down, picked up the divorce agreement from the floor, folded it neatly, and tucked it away.
Before leaving, I cast one last look at Charles, my voice eerily calm.
"Charles, I stopped eating fried sugar cakes ten years ago. My teeth ache whenever I have something sweet. Did you forget?"
His lips parted slightly, his face clouded with disbelief. But not a single word left his mouth.
