My Best Friend My Husband And My Divorce Chapter 14
I suppressed my disgust and slapped the printed divorce agreement against his chest.
“Impossible. You disgust me.”
“Stop making me sick here. Contact your lawyer and sign the papers.”
He seemed wounded by the revulsion in my eyes, his whole body shaking.
His gaze moved to the legal documents that had fallen on the carpet, his face instantly pale.
“I will absolutely never agree to a divorce!”
“Give me some time, I’ll prove it to you!”
He didn’t give me a chance to respond, leaving this harsh ultimatum before fleeing in embarrassment.
Afraid to hear the final verdict of his elimination from my mouth again.
Unfortunately, no matter what he did, nothing could be salvaged.
If he wouldn’t sign, I’d just have the lawyer file a litigation with the court.
When it became a public scandal and affected the company’s stock price, he shouldn’t blame me.
I leisurely spent a few days living alone, also browsing online for European vacation travel guides.
I planned to fly to Italy for an extended holiday after dealing with this mess.
In college, Caleb could barely afford rent each month and couldn’t travel far.
The places we visited most were free national parks and some nearby free attractions.
He often felt guilty about not being able to give me a better life.
Although many rich boys from Ivy League schools pursued me, I chose him instead.
He was both happy and insecure, always feeling he owed me.Â