"Have you packed your things?"
I asked, my voice choked.
He nodded, "I made a list."
Saying this, Ford handed me an A4 sheet of paper.
I glanced at it; it clearly listed all our assets before and after marriage.
"Clara."
Ford ran his fingers through his hair, "Actually, if you could forgive me, I could tell Sophia not to contact me anymore..."
I scoffed, but tears rolled down my cheeks, "Ford, if you were a man, you wouldn't say such nonsense. At this point, do you really think we can be together again?"
"Clara..."
"Divorce."
I swallowed my sobs, speaking firmly.
I pointed at the list Ford made for me, item by item. "The house was your down payment, and we both pay for it. If you want to sell it, list it, and we'll split it proportionally. The car is yours; it's depreciated, and I won't drive it, so take it. The savings are under twenty thousand; we'll split that too. As for the dowry of eighty-eight thousand, that was for wedding expenses. You wouldn't dare ask me for that, would you?"