I looked at her, cold as ice. "So, what is it then? Did Evan's hand accidentally slip onto your waist? Did you both unintentionally pick matching couple profile pictures? Or was the Maldives ticket something you accidentally booked?"
Francine's gaze flickered briefly before turning to anger. "Why are you pushing me like this? I work so hard every day. Can't you be a little more understanding? You weren't like this before! Now, you want a divorce over two plane tickets?"
I rubbed my temples tiredly, a deep sigh escaping me. "Yes, divorce. I'll move out tomorrow and contact a lawyer to draft the divorce agreement."
With that, I turned and walked into the guest room, slamming the door behind me.
I didn't sleep a wink that night.
The first time I met Francine was at a university debate competition. She wore a simple white shirt, had her ponytail high, spoke sharply, and her gaze was bright.
I sat in the audience, my heart pounding in my chest.
Right there, I fell for Francine instantly.
After that, I chased her for five long years. For her, I chose to give up the family business and stay in the country, joining her father's company after graduation.