Seeing that Gabriela’s mother was about to give in, I spoke up, "Excuse me, I bought the sofa. If you want to sit, you have to pay."
Gabriela’s mother's eyes widened and Gabriela frowned, "Julius, that's enough."
"My mother went a bit too far, but you don't need to argue with her, we're family after all."
I leisurely picked up a cherry and put it in my mouth. “It won’t be like that anymore.”
The three people opposite me suddenly fell silent.
The cherries burst sour on my tongue. After a moment, I spat them into the trash.
If something wasn’t right, it could be returned. People were the same.
“Julius, what do you mean by that?” The woman’s voice was low, carrying a hint of impending storm.
I calmly wiped my mouth before answering, “It means exactly what it says.”
“Gabriela, I want a divorce.”
A hint of surprise flashed across the woman’s face.
She quickly regained her composure and sighed helplessly.
“Julius, stop making a scene. How can you just casually say something like ‘divorce’?”
I quickly retorted. “When have you ever seen me mention divorce?”