"Eleanor, I'm warning you, if you don't discharge yourself today, we're getting a divorce!" This wasn't the first time Gerald had threatened me with divorce.
In my past life, I would have caved. I'd have listened to him and obediently made room for Joanne.
But now, I met his gaze steadily, unwavering and without any trace of emotion, "Fine, Gerald, let's divorce."
The room fell into a heavy silence. You could've heard a pin drop.
Gerald froze at my response, his face briefly showing disbelief before it hardened. Clenching his fists, he growled, "Eleanor, are you asking for it?"
Before I could reply, the sound of Joanne's sobbing filled the room. She placed a hand gently on my shoulder, feigning humility, "Eleanor, I really don't need the ward."
While speaking, she reached for the pendant necklace around my neck and tugged it hard.
At the same time, tears rolled down her cheeks and she murmured pitifully, "You and Gerald have come so far together. Please don't fight with him over me."