Jackson froze for a split second before his eyes filled with a familiar,mocking amusement.
"Maya,I just praised you for being sensible.Are we really doing this again?"He scoffed,leaning back."Using this tactic to force my hand...don't you think it’s a bit childish?"
In the first year of our marriage,I had indeed demanded a divorce every time a mistress showed up.Back then,Jackson would rack his brains to coax me back.For a few days afterward,he would belong only to me—a brief,bittersweet cycle that he eventually viewed as a game for attention.
But this time,I was done playing.
"Just sign it,"I said,my voice flat."Once we’re divorced,you can bring whoever you want home.You can play as hard as you like without any lingering worries."No more sneaking around,and no more me cleaning up his messes to keep his reputation from being dragged through the mud by the women he discarded.
Jackson’s expression shifted.He searched my face for the usual signs of a power play or a plea for affection,but he found nothing but cold indifference.Sensing that the woman who once lived for his every breath had truly changed,he suddenly lunged forward and tore the divorce papers into shreds.