Jonathan’s eyes were rimmed in red, his throat working as he spoke. “Where did I go wrong? Angela, tell me. I’ll change. I knew you liked eel. So even though I hate the hassle, I asked a friend to ship one from Europe just for you. Isn’t that enough proof already?”
I looked up at the tank where the eel slid lazily through the water, my face expressionless.
“It’s not about you being bad. I just don’t want this anymore. Please sign the divorce papers.”
In the meantime, my mother slammed her palm against the table, rattling the porcelain bowls.
“Angela, are you out of your mind? Weren’t you the one who cried and begged to marry Jonathan, swearing you’d never marry anyone else? And now, after all this, you finally married him, you even have a child, and he changes diapers, makes bottles in the middle of the night, more attentive than you are as a mother, and you still want to leave?”
I avoided her gaze and turned back to Jonathan. “Just sign it. It’s better for both of us.”