Meanwhile, Cynthia completely broke down. Tears streamed down her face as she looked at me and said pitifully, "Honey, we've been together for ten years, rarely arguing and our lives have always been sweet."
"And now, just because of a croissant flavor, things have turned into this. Do I really have to kneel and beg you for this to stop?"
Her beautiful, crying face was enough to make anyone feel sympathy.
Yet I remained cold. "Even if you kneel and smash your head on the floor, I'll still divorce you."
Bang!
My father-in-law finally lost his temper. He slammed the table as he rose from his seat and shouted angrily, "Neil, do you really think our family needs you as a son-in-law? Apologize now and I'll let this go. Otherwise, get out!"
My mother-in-law also added, "If this gets out, you'll be criticized wherever you go and our whole family will be shamed."
After all that had been said, Cynthia thought I should finally stop.
Still, I gritted my teeth and insisted, "Sign the divorce papers! You'll leave with nothing and you'll pay me three million dollars for emotional damages!"