At the same time, I laughed in anger.
In his eyes, are we women so cheap?
When he wants us, we come at his beck and call. When he doesn't want us, he kicks us away like garbage.
I asked shakily, "Ian, do you have a conscience?"
Ian seemed to have lost his patience. He looked at me with more irritation. "How dare you ask me that? Have I ever treated you badly in the four years of our marriage? Why can't you turn a blind eye? Why can others accept it, but you can't?"
I laughed angrily and coldly retorted, "By your logic, can I also go out and find the novelty you mentioned?"
These words seemed to provoke him.
Ian suddenly grabbed my wrist and said, "How dare you!"
Facing his angry gaze, I slightly pulled the corners of my mouth. "See, even you can't accept it. So why do you expect me to?
"Let's divorce, Ian. I don't want to continue anymore."
He still didn't agree to the divorce. He gave me a fierce look and then slammed the door on his way out.
I collapsed onto the bed. I looked at the familiar room layout in front of me and felt a wave of sadness.
Earlier this year, my dad, who was known as a model husband, had an affair.