"He's bought plenty of nightgowns like this. If you like them, take them all."
"I don't want them anymore anyway."
The moment I finished speaking, the man let out a cold laugh.
"Jill, one-tenth of the cooling-off period has already passed. I thought it might help you grow up a little."
"Turns out you've just switched to a new game—playing hard to get."
"All this drama, day after day. Aren't you exhausted?"
The divorce was my idea.
On our wedding anniversary, Laura showed up unannounced with all our friends to "celebrate together."
She called it sharing in our happiness.
So what was supposed to be a day for just the two of us turned into a party for everyone else.
In the middle of that party, Laura—emboldened by alcohol—confessed in front of everyone that she had fallen in love with a friend's husband.
Everyone exchanged knowing glances at Jeffrey.
He just smiled and said helplessly, "Stop messing around."
And I flipped the table.
After Jeffrey had smoothly sent everyone away, I screamed at him that I wanted a divorce.
He just looked at me coldly for a long time. Then he agreed.