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Her expression shifted, first startled, then amused. She sneered and threw the pillow at my face. "Do you have any new tricks? Threatening me with divorce again? If you have nothing better to do, go to sleep. Don’t interfere with my work."
Mike, still sitting on the bed, looked at me like I was some pitiful joke. I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture of them, capturing their smug faces in one frame. Before Alice could react, I turned and shut the door behind me.
I sent the photo to my in-laws with a single message.
[I'm sorry, but Alice and I really can’t continue like this.]
Within minutes, her phone rang in the other room. I could hear her explaining, her voice calm and measured, "Adam is just being dramatic. It’s late—would you rather I work at a café with my subordinate?"
Two minutes later, she stormed out, eyes blazing. "Adam, are you insane? You actually tattled to my parents over something so trivial? I'm working, unlike you, who has nothing better to do. Can’t you be a little more understanding?"
I stared at her, saying nothing. She scoffed and spun on her heel, returning to Mike, their laughter picking up right where it had left off.