"Last hope? Are you dying of a terminal illness? Who do you think you are that I should indulge you? I'd love to swap husbands every day. Who's going to make that happen for me?"
The woman opened her mouth to speak again, but I had no interest in hearing more.
I looked directly at Edward. "If you have anything to say, get rid of this disgusting thing first. It's sickening to look at."
Edward pressed his lips together and gently coaxed her to leave.
"Freya, let me explain."
I waved him off. "I don't want to hear it. Let's just get a divorce. I'm heading back, you can come by to sign the papers later."
With that, I walked out the door.
With my back to him, I finally felt the sting in my eyes and the tightness in my chest.
Edward ran after me, trying to grab my arm and explain.
I didn't want him to see me in such a pitiful state, so I spun around and kicked him where it hurt.
He wasn't prepared, so my kick hit him squarely. He doubled over in pain, letting out a yelp.
Taking advantage of the moment, I jumped into the car and sped off without looking back.
I thought I heard him shouting my name. The wind scattered his words, and they faded completely.