She then tugged at his sleeve, pretending to panic. “Caleb, say something! I don’t want to lose my job over this!”
But Caleb patted her back affectionately, his voice soft. “Don’t be afraid. She’s just here to apologize.”
Then his tone turned icy as he looked at me with clear disgust. “I told you to bring something as a peace offering. Why’d you come empty-handed? You’re not young anymore. Don’t you even know how to apologize properly?”
Despite that, I didn’t bother arguing. Instead, I pulled the divorce papers from my bag, laid them on his desk, and said coldly, “Sign it. We’re getting divorced.”
He blinked, clearly caught off guard, then his face darkened.
“What are you trying to pull now?” he snapped. “You know my mom only ever approved of you as her daughter-in-law. She’d never agree to a divorce. Are you doing this just to make her scold me again?”
So, he still remembered his mother.
I let out a bitter laugh and said quietly, “Your mother can’t scold you anymore.”
His expression shifted. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Go home,” I said evenly. “You’ll see for yourself.”