Nevertheless, I took out another copy of the divorce agreement and handed it to Miranda.
"If you want to separate peacefully, I’ll see you at the City Hall on Wednesday at 9:00 AM."
My firm stance eventually brought Miranda to tears.
She then stepped forward and clung to me tightly.
"Babe, please … just stop this, okay? It’s all my fault. I should’ve never gotten addicted to night fishing! If you really hate it, I can stop it. I’ll go back to being the loving wife you married, okay?"
Her tearful plea sparked another round of judgmental looks from everyone present. My friend, Ralph Anderson, who had appeared out of nowhere, also chimed in.
"Anthony, a man shouldn’t be so harsh. Miranda’s willing to give up her hobby for you. Can’t you just let it go? If you really go through with a divorce, how are you, a man with nothing left, going to find another woman who’ll be this devoted to you?"
Let them talk. I was done with this marriage. I turned to leave but saw Olive standing at the door, her face turning pale.
I didn’t know how much Olive had overheard or understood, but I reached for her hand and said, "Baby, come home with Daddy."
She suddenly refused, shaking her head with all her strength.