She pressed on, teasing him further, “If you’re just looking to replace Honey, you might as well save yourself the trouble of hanging around all the time.”
Anna’s voice cut through the banter like a knife. “Are you jealous?”
“I told you to divorce her, but you keep putting it off,” she snapped.
“I’m running out of patience. If you think you can play games with me, I’ll go have a chat with the old witch!”
Oliver remained silent, the weight of his indecision hanging heavily in the air.
When he came in from outside, his eyes were red from the smoke.
I don’t remember how I returned the phone to him that day.
I also don’t want to recall Oliver’s careful yet familiar attempts over and over again.
After reading the news, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and he hugged me tightly: “The company is too busy lately, and I have too little time for you.
I’m sorry, Lisa.” Then he thoughtfully drove me home, taking a route completely opposite to where his office was.
Once home, I took out the divorce agreement I had read countless times.
The handwriting was mottled and blurred by my tears.
I was tired and cold, so I opened the closet and found the wedding dress we wore on our wedding day.