“When was the last time you two slept together?”
“…Last night.”
Calvin suddenly burst out laughing, a mix of frustration and disbelief in his voice. “Zephyra, are you insane? You slept with him last night, and today you’re asking for a divorce?”
“And listen to yourself! Your husband is a model citizen, no bad habits, rich, and I remember him being ridiculously good-looking. What more could you possibly want? I always thought your problems would stem from family issues, but it sounds like you’re the one who’s unhappy. I just don’t get it. Why do you want a divorce?”
His words made me pause. He was right; on paper, Steven was a great catch. Any woman would be lucky to marry him. Someone like me, with no mother to protect her and a father who treated her like a cash cow to fund his mistress and illegitimate daughter—marrying into a good family should have been a blessing.
In my past life, I thought so too. That’s why my love for him became so desperate and pathetic.
But things were different now.
I was no longer the insecure Zephyra of the past. This time, my gaze was steady, my voice even, but my words were sharp.
“Because I have no desire to be a man’s accessory, a pretty vase he puts on display. I’m not a live-in maid who cooks and cleans without needing any emotional connection. My marriage has to make me happy. I’m not going to be grateful to him just because he’s rich or because he meets the basic standards of a decent human being.”
“And what about me? Do I gamble? Do I cheat? Do I do drugs? Am I abusive? No. So why are those considered his strengths? The only difference is that I’m not as rich as he is. Why can’t I divorce him? A year ago, I was stupid enough to think a one-sided love could last. It can’t. I made a mistake, and I’m allowed to regret it. Isn’t that what divorce is for?”
“My mind is perfectly clear now. The husband I want has to love me, cherish me, and be completely devoted to me. My current husband can’t do that, so he has to go. Am I wrong?”
Besides, Steven would eventually fall for someone else. I’d already lived through that once; I wouldn't repeat it.
I smiled too. “People have to grow up. Thanks for today. I’ll treat you to dinner sometime.”
After hanging up, I replayed his words in my mind, my eyes turning cold.
Evidence of Steven’s infidelity… It wasn’t impossible to get.
In fact, I would have it very soon.
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