"With photos and chat records available, what kind of ridiculous story are you going to make up? Sleepwalking? Split personality?"
"I, I..." he bent over in agony, clutching his head. "I didn't intend for it to start like this...
"I genuinely love you, and I do love you. It's just... it's just..."
"You just took the wrong path for a moment and got momentarily bewitched, right?"
"Yes, yes, it's my fault. I did something wrong, and I'm sorry. Avery, can you forgive me?"
His eyes were red as he clutched my arms, choking up.
"Avery, I love you."
I found it amusing, so I couldn't help but laugh.
"Avery?"
"Arthur, that's enough," I said, pushing him away, my eyes filled with disappointment.
"I love you too, but did I cheat?
"Did I sleep with my assistant? Did I spend the night out and share a bed with someone else? Did I get tangled up in a flirtation with another person?
"Was I lost in someone else's photos on your birthday?"
With each accusation, his face grew paler.
He could only clutch at the hem of my shirt, looking at me with pleading eyes.
I picked up the divorce papers and thrust them into his arms, my voice cold.
"Sign it, Mr. Ford."
Just like when we got married, I called him Mr. Ford.