Alric lost it. He grabbed the Blue Pop tea he’d brought for me and threw it into the trash.
“All this drama just because I didn’t buy you a Sparkbucks? Why are you so petty? If you don’t want the Blue Pop I bought you, then don’t drink it! Petty people like you don’t deserve anything more than plain water!”
At that, I set down the mop I was holding, untied my apron and leave the house.
“You’re right! I can’t handle fancy coffee after all! So, just agree to the divorce. Then, you can buy coffee for 'whoever' you want.”
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“Lyra, are you seriously losing it over this?”
Alric gave me a look of complete disbelief. “It’s just a cup of Sparkbucks! You’re really divorcing me over that?”
“And don't get me started! I’ve been the one supporting you all these years. Even if we divorce, there’s no way you’re getting custody of our son.”
He rubbed his temples like he was the one who had been hurt, like I had broken his heart.
“Fina was just visiting. So I gave her a bit more attention, what’s wrong with that?”
“Besides, what happened back then wasn’t entirely her fault. You ruined her career, drove her out of the country… hasn’t she suffered enough? Can’t you just let it go?”