Hearing his words, I felt my brow crease slightly. "You think I'm throwing a tantrum? Fine, let's make it official. I want a divorce, Ryan. Arrange it as soon as possible," I said, keeping my voice steady. "And make sure the assets are divided clearly."
After saying that, I could practically hear him assume my reason for divorce was money. I caught that edge of disdain in his voice as he replied, "Have I ever left you short on cash? Going as far as asking for a divorce just to get a piece of my fortune, how low, Julia."
I didn't bother explaining my reasons for wanting a divorce. I was just done with this life. I was done being his wife. All I wanted was to leave him.
When I asked him when he'd be available to handle the divorce paperwork, he would always snap and hang up the phone on me. I figured that would be the end of it.
But just half an hour later, there he was, showing up at the door of my studio.
The first thing out of his mouth was an accusation. "Do you have someone else?"
Seeing him twist things around to blame me made my blood boil instantly. I pointed at the door and said, "If you're just going to berate one, then get out."