I didn't play into his hands and pick up the glass of red wine, accepting Jenifer's fake kindness.
So he stood behind me, leaned in close, and forcefully held my hand, raising the trembling wine glass in the air.
Feeling my whole body shaking, resisting silently, and not cooperating.
He pursed his lips and leaned in close to my ear, his voice filled with a mocking tone as he asked me word by word.
"Sarah, I'm curious. As a woman who no longer has a uterus, where do you get the audacity to ask for a divorce from your husband?"
