I followed them in, grabbed my suitcase, and started packing.
"Christina, what's this now?!" Ricky stormed in, trying to stop me.
"I told you, I want a divorce. You and Miley can have each other. Besides, she's already making herself at home in our bed!"
Before Ricky could yell at me, we heard Miley crying from the bedroom.
"I didn't mean to! I really didn't!"
"Christina, you misunderstood. Ricky only let me rest in the master bedroom because I felt dizzy, and the guest room was messy."
"I didn't mean to upset you—it's all my fault. I'll leave now so I don't bother you anymore."
She turned and walked out dramatically. Ricky ran after her. He stood at the door for ages, coaxing her like she was a child.
"Be good, Miley. Christina's acting crazy right now. Go home first. I'll come see you tomorrow, okay?"
After seeing her in the elevator, he came back to find me ready to leave with my suitcase.
"Christina, enough!" He grabbed the suitcase from me, shouting, "Miley is just a kid! Why are you picking a fight with her?"
A kid? That bitch's 24!
I reached for the suitcase again. "I said I want a divorce! Give me my suitcase!"