I insisted on a divorce

chapter 1

A trace of astonishment flashed across Ian's face.

Then he took my hand, smiled helplessly, and said, "What's wrong? Is this a punishment for losing a game with friends?"

"I'm not stopping you from hanging out with them, but such an inappropriate joke really hurts me."

Meeting his pitiful and aggrieved gaze, I pulled my hand away. "I'm not playing games, I'm serious."

His gentle expression cracked slightly, and he frowned. "Serious? Why exactly? Is it because I didn't pick you up at the airport, so that good friend of yours told you I had a change of heart again?"

"Or is it because I've been too busy these days and didn't video call you to say goodnight? Didn't I explain already? Stop it, I'll make it up to you tonight, okay?"

As he spoke, he rested his head on my neck, rubbing back and forth.

The warm breath brushed against my skin, stirring a ripple of ambiguity.

I raised my hand and slapped him across the face. "I said divorce, don't you understand?"

The romantic atmosphere was shattered, and a hint of anger appeared in his eyes.

But he quickly suppressed his emotions, his tone turning conciliatory. "What's wrong with you? You can't possibly want a divorce just because I used your membership card, right?"

I remained expressionless. "Yes, it's because of this membership card that I want a divorce. Is there a problem? Every cent you spend of mine disgusts me."

He stared at me in disbelief. "Do you even know what you're saying? Over money? You didnt even care to ask why I bought supplements when you got back, and I didnt blame you."

"Besides, I already offered ten times the compensation, but you refused! And now you..."

I didnt want to hear his excuses anymore, so I turned around and went back to the room to pack my things.

I said, "Stop talking. Tomorrow, see you in court."

He caught up, but his hand got caught by the force of me slamming the door.

"Joyce!" he growled in pain, "Explain clearly, why? Why do you want a divorce?"

Facing his swollen, tear-filled eyes from the pain, I slammed the door shut without hesitation.

I said, "There's nothing to talk about. Just show up on time."

After a long while, a dull banging on the door came from outside.

He shouted, "I don't agree to the divorce! Don't even think about it!"

Footsteps faded away, accompanied by the heavy sound of a door slamming.

After he left, I suppressed the turmoil in my heart and called my lawyer friend. "Help me draft a divorce agreement. The car and house go to me, and the assets are split equally."

Ian didn't come home all night, but I had a good sleep.

The next day at work, I received a message from Ian's parents, Alistair and Victoria Blackwood, asking me to join them for dinner after work.

Every time we argued before, when Ian couldn't win, he'd sulkily go back to stay at his parents' house.

Then his parents would cook a table full of delicious dishes, invite me over for dinner, and mediate our conflicts.

This method worked well; every time after eating, we'd make up.

But this time is different; I've made up my mind to divorce.

So when they asked when we were planning to have a child, I didn't lower my head shyly as usual but pushed away the dish Ian handed me.

I calmly said, "Having a child might not go as you wish; we're planning to divorce."