Turning away, I put aside the present I had bought for him with my million-dollar year-end bonus.
Since he believed I wasn’t worthy of him, he didn’t deserve to have any of it.
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“Didn’t you hear me? Go pack your things and get out right now!”
“You shameless woman! Don’t tell me you’re planning to stay in this house even after the divorce?”
Tabitha Hoover, my mother-in-law, pointed at me with pride. “Even if my son’s wealthy now, he’s not foolish.”
“After taking care of you all these years, asking for a little emotional payment is completely fair!”
I stood frozen, staring at my husband, Bryce Hoover, and after a long pause, finally muttered, “You really plan to divorce me?”
Coldly, he looked at me, his eyes showing nothing but open disgust. “That’s right.”
“I’ve been married to you for years, always the one giving. What have you ever done for me?”
“You never even brought me a Rolex!”
“You’ve given me no emotional return, so now that I’ve got money and want to end this marriage, you’ve only got yourself to blame.”
I suddenly realized just how absurd I was.
For five years of marriage, I had handed over my fifty-thousand-a-month salary every single month.