I blinked, then met his gaze with absolute seriousness. "Nobody coached me, Lewis. I want a divorce. For real this time."
When he saw how serious I was, he suddenly burst out laughing.
"Babe, quit joking around. If you divorced me, where would you even go?"
"You're an orphan. No parents, no family to run home to."
"Oh, right! You said you don't want any assets. You've been a housewife for how many years now? You walk away with nothing, then what? What are you going to do?"
"Paint? But babe, you haven't picked up a brush in years, and nobody knows your name. You really think anyone's going to buy your work?"
Every word he said.
My heart sank a little deeper.
Lewis ruffled my hair with that indulgent smile of his. "Alright, stop throwing a fit. The girl's on her period today, she's in a bad mood, and I need to go keep her company. I'll have my assistant transfer some extra money to your account later. Consider it making it up to you."
He picked up his car keys, still smiling, and walked out.
I watched his retreating figure.
Lewis, I'm not throwing a fit this time. I genuinely don't want to be with you anymore.
I looked down at my phone and messaged a lawyer:
Can I file for divorce unilaterally?