“Stop making a scene, Sophia. We’ve been married for years, and Emma is already so grown. Is this really necessary?”
I glared at my husband, Daniel Carter, and said each word deliberately:
“You’d better come with me to the court in New York tomorrow morning to finalize the divorce decree. Otherwise, don’t blame me for embarrassing you.”
“Don’t make me expose the truth about that order.”
The room fell into chaos. My mother-in-law’s entire family was stunned, pointing at Daniel and demanding,
“What on earth happened? Why is Sophia threatening you with divorce?”
“N-Nothing happened. Sophia and I are fine,” Daniel muttered,
“It’s just because I bought her a bag and didn’t capture the full order screenshot. She thinks I gave her a fake one. But even if it was fake, it’s still my heartfelt gesture. Hardly worth a divorce, right?”
After Daniel spoke, my mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and uncle all seemed relieved.
“Oh, that’s all it is?”
“You’re making too much fuss!”
“Even if it’s fake, it’s still a gift from Daniel. You don’t need to divorce him over that.”
“Women’s rights are too aggressive these days, but you don’t need to take it out on Daniel.”
“And what about your own faults?”