She was bold and outgoing, surrounded by countless friends besides me.
I was quiet and reserved. Besides her, everyone else was just an acquaintance.
We were destined to drift apart.
Until Jeffrey came along.
During that time, the two of us grew closer than we'd ever been.
Until I became the third wheel among the three of us.
She made a scene; he laughed it off. And I spiraled until I nearly lost my mind.
Just like that day.
I didn't care anymore. I smashed everything in that private room, then collapsed in tears, demanding answers from him.
"Jeffrey, do you even have a conscience? I cut ties with my own parents to marry you!"
His voice was flat, but I'll never forget what he said.
"If you had a conscience, would you have cut ties with your parents?"
That sentence was like a knife straight through my heart. It sobered me up completely.
Thinking of this, I looked calmly at the woman's face.
"He's bought plenty of nightgowns like this. If you like them, take them all."
"I don't want them anymore anyway."
The moment I finished speaking, the man let out a cold laugh.
"Jill, one-tenth of the cooling-off period has already passed. I thought it might help you grow up a little."
"Turns out you've just switched to a new game—playing hard to get."
"All this drama, day after day. Aren't you exhausted?"
The divorce was my idea.
On our wedding anniversary, Laura showed up unannounced with all our friends to "celebrate together."
She called it sharing in our happiness.
So what was supposed to be a day for just the two of us turned into a party for everyone else.
In the middle of that party, Laura—emboldened by alcohol—confessed in front of everyone that she had fallen in love with a friend's husband.
Everyone exchanged knowing glances at Jeffrey.
He just smiled and said helplessly, "Stop messing around."
And I flipped the table.
After Jeffrey had smoothly sent everyone away, I screamed at him that I wanted a divorce.
He just looked at me coldly for a long time. Then he agreed.
I moved out of the Farley house. He didn't stop me. He only sneered, "Thirty days. That should be enough time for you to cool off."
My phone chimed—my rideshare was almost here.
"Whatever you say."
I kept my eyes on my phone, not wanting to argue with him.
His expression darkened, then darkened again. Finally, he spoke.
"Get in the car."