It wasn’t that he lacked restraint; he just didn’t care about me. Glancing at me through the rearview mirror, Jeremiah said, "We’ve had some misunderstandings lately. I’ve booked a table at your favorite restaurant. Let’s talk things over."
"Well, that works out because I have something I need to talk to you about, too," I said.
The car soon stopped at Monica’s apartment and Jeremiah parked it smoothly. He hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt, seeming eager to open the door for Monica—a courtesy I’d never received. He rushed to her side, helping her out of the car with an overly tender touch, as if every movement had been rehearsed. Monica’s face displayed a dramatic mix of discomfort and relief, clearly enjoying the attention.
Jeremiah helped Monica downstairs and I watched from the car, feeling a mix of anger and disgust. Monica suddenly squatted down with a pained look and Jeremiah helped her to a bench with exaggerated care. His actions felt like a cruel reminder of how far we had fallen.
When he returned to the car, his face was a mask of irritation. He frowned as he opened my door, saying, "Monica’s not feeling well. I need to stay with her, so I’ve canceled our reservation. We’ll talk another time. Also, I might need the car later, so you should take a taxi home."
Without waiting for me to respond, Jeremiah unbuckled my seat belt and glared at me, clearly expecting me to get out immediately. I figured he might just drag me out if I didn’t move, so I got out of the car with a smirk and said, "Have a great night with Monica. If it doesn’t go as planned, don’t forget to take your medicine."
Jeremiah’s face flushed red, his expression a mixture of anger and humiliation. "Joanna, when did you become so rude? Monica has stage three heart disease, you know!"
I pulled out the printed divorce agreement from my bag and threw it at him, the document fluttering in the air before landing at his feet. "Sign it now!" I demanded, my voice trembling with the weight of unresolved pain and betrayal.
Jeremiah stared at the agreement in disbelief, his eyes darting between the document and my defiant expression. The silence between us was thick with unresolved emotions and shattered trust.
