"Serena, are you hungry? I brought your favorite barbecue."
I picked up the fork and poked at the food. There wasn't much left, and it was clear these were leftovers.
The vegetables were mixed with chopped onions, which I hated.
Without a word, I closed the box and threw it in the trash.
I pulled out the divorce agreement from my bag and placed it in front of him.
"Xavier, can you please take some time to finalize the divorce?"
My indifferent tone seemed to provoke him. After a moment’s hesitation, he grabbed the agreement and ripped it to pieces.
His face contorted with anger, and his hand, pointing at me, trembled.
"Serena Wright, you’ve gone too far. Keep this up, and you’ll regret it!"
I didn’t respond. I just got up and went to my room.
Some truths were too tedious to spell out.
Last month, while he was on a business trip, I saw his hotel booking details by accident.
He had booked a single room with Loretta.
In that moment, I realized the man I had loved for ten years had betrayed me, both physically and emotionally.
The only reason I'd held on this long was because my mother was seriously ill, and I didn't want to worry her.