They no longer avoided being alone together, and it led to countless arguments between Yedda and me—so many that I had already considered divorce.
But with Adelaide in the hospital battling late-stage cancer, I didn't want to add to her stress.
Now that Adelaide was gone, what reason did I have to stay?
"Think what you want," I replied coldly. "I'll send you the divorce papers later."
Yedda was stunned, but Raymond tightened his grip on her shoulder, standing tall as if he had won.
"Mate, I blacked out last night, and Yedda only helped me home because she was worried.
"You keep saying you love her, but you want a divorce over something this small? That's not very manly."
I let out a dry laugh and retorted, "If you were a real man, you wouldn't have gotten so drunk that you needed a married woman to take care of you.
"If you were a real man, you would've had the sense to call a cab instead of depending on her.
"I don't think you're much of a man, Raymond. In fact, what you're doing doesn't even qualify as human."
Smack.
Yedda slapped me across the face hard.
Yedda's face was etched with anger and disappointment.