“And those rings—was it that you didn’t want to buy them, or that you already gave them to someone else?”
Before I could finish, he subconsciously twisted the ring on his finger. Within seconds, he snatched up his phone and smashed it onto the floor, as if his last shred of cover had been ripped away.
With a loud crash, the phone lay shattered, lifeless on the ground.
“You’re insane! What nonsense are you spouting? The rings are just the silver bands we bought the year we married. And that dress—I paid a fortune to buy it for you! What does any of this have to do with Sophia?”
Yes… if I hadn’t seen Sophia Reed’s social media post last night, showing off that same rare pair of rings… I wouldn’t have realized my husband’s heart was big enough to hold two women.
I had no desire to argue further. Quietly, I walked to the drawer, pulled out the divorce papers, and handed them to him.
“Ten years of marriage. Signing this divorce is the last dignity we have left.”
Before I could blink, he sat down beside me, cut a piece of steak, and tried to feed it to me. I swatted his hand away.
The wineglass fell to the floor, shattering into countless shards—just like our already broken marriage.