In a marriage between two people, there was no room for a third.
Kendall looked at me in shock.
All these years of marriage, I had never embarrassed her in front of her friends.
Before, no matter how late she stayed out drinking, I would pick her up without complaint.
But now, I no longer wanted to put myself in such a humiliating position for her.
Madison and Brooklyn rushed over to ease the tension, but Nolan only sneered and took Kendall’s hand.
“Only the most useless men threaten divorce,” he said mockingly.
Kendall’s face turned dark with embarrassment. She glared at me.
“Zayden, have I been too good to you? Have I spoiled you? You’re just a son-in-law, living off me. Did you forget how you once begged me not to divorce you?”
I picked up my phone and left without a word. I would never beg her again.
When Nolan first returned to the US, Kendall and I argued many times over their overly close relationship.
Each time, Kendall would say, “If you can’t stand it, then divorce me!”
Back then, I was still drowning in false love. I always gave in, apologizing again and again, admitting my mistakes and begging for her forgiveness.