Seeing that I had no intention of backing down, he threw the ice cream he was holding into the trash.
With a gloomy face, he said, "I bought your favorite flavor, but it's a waste of my effort. I might as well throw it away and feed it to the ants!"
I glanced coldly at the pair, took out some photos of them kissing at the Disney fireworks show, and threw them at William's straight face.
"William, you're right!" I sneered, "My seven years of love really have been thrown away!"
He looked at the photos scattered on the ground, his face turning pale as if doused in cold water.
Jessica kept provoking, "Jane, I didn't expect you to be so devious, actually hiring someone to investigate William? Are you trying to use this as leverage to take all of William's property?"
Ignoring her, I spoke to William calmly and firmly, "Let's get a divorce."
I initially wanted a quiet farewell dinner and a calm discussion about splitting our assets.
Clearly, that's not needed now.
William didn't say a word as I left.
He didn't even move, like he'd turned to stone.
The cramps in my lower abdomen became unbearable, so I went to the hospital.
The doctor said I was still very weak from the miscarriage and needed rest.
John came while I was getting an IV drip in bed.
The attending physician was his friend, no wonder he arrived so quickly.
The first thing he said was, "You look terrible."
The second, "Why isn't William with you?"
I forced a smile, "Don't you know who he's with?"
John frowned, opened his mouth, but said nothing.
John and I were close in college.
After dating William, we kept our distance to avoid misunderstandings, only saying hello occasionally.
I said, "John, you're attorney at law, please help me draft a divorce agreement."
He was surprised, "You want to divorce William?"
"That surprised, huh?"
I was too tired to beat around the bush, so I handed John a recorder from my bag.
I'd recorded everything Jessica said at the restaurant.
"In the past six months, William has spent a lot on that minx, even buying her an apartment. On top of divorcing, I'll sue to get my share back without loss."
John held the recorder and, after a long pause, said with difficulty, "I'm sorry, Jane."
I knew he wasn't rejecting my request, but felt guilty for keeping me in the dark about William's affair.
I don't blame John. It's hard to interfere in someone else's marriage.