"I said, let's get divorced. Honestly, I'm tired of this too," I said, lowering my gaze, afraid he might see the tears welling up in my eyes.
"Freya Parker, do you really think this will make me soften?" he snapped.
"If you don't want me around, then let's just end this," I insisted.
"Fine. But don't ever call yourself my ex-wife after this," he said through gritted teeth.
He snatched the divorce papers from my hand, ready to sign, but Sharon intervened, grabbing the document from him. She examined it carefully before handing it back. "Marvin, you should really read through these kinds of contracts before signing."
Marvin shot her a cold glance, then turned his attention back to the papers, scribbling his name with a flourish that reminded me of the days back in college when I used to compliment his handwriting.
He'd always chuckled, teasing me about how terrible mine was.
Once he finished, Marvin slammed the papers against my face. "Now you can leave."
His tone was ice-cold, and I clenched my jaw, forcing back the tears threatening to spill over. I looked up at him, then glanced at Sharon, who wore a smug, triumphant expression.