I had once knelt outside her door in the silence of the night, crying bitterly. But Kendall only used my tolerance and my love as excuses to trample on me.
This time, I refused to bow my head again.
I went home, packed my things and moved into the small house I had bought before we married.
I had bought it with my own savings. When Kendall found out about it, it led to a fight between us.
“Only a fool would buy an apartment. It’s so small and far away—it’s embarrassing. You should’ve used the money to buy a car instead. Then I could drive around with dignity.”
Later, my parents bought me a top-tier luxury car as part of the wedding gift and Kendall was finally satisfied.
I was grateful I hadn’t listened to her advice.
The small apartment had become my safe place. The luxury car already belonged to Nolan.
By the time all the chaos was over, it was dawn.
I hadn’t slept at all, so I went out and printed the divorce papers.
When I returned home, I found Kendall waiting at the door.
It surprised me; this was the first time she had ever come to see me.
“I was probably too harsh last night, but you really shouldn’t have treated my friend that way. Go apologize to Nolan and let’s put this behind us.”