Watching Logan's retreating back, I spoke coldly, "Logan, if you walk out that door tonight, we're getting divorced."
Logan paused. "Chloe, you need to know when to stop being unreasonable!"
He left without looking back.
The next morning, I changed the locks.
This house was fully paid for by my parents before we got married. Even in a divorce, he wouldn't get any part of it.
Logan didn't return until the afternoon. When he found his key couldn't open the door, he called me several times.
I didn't answer. Instead, I sent him a text: "Divorce."
Logan stayed away for three days. On the fourth day, Bella showed up at my door.
She held some snacks and apologized as soon as she walked in.
"Chloe, it's all my fault. I caused you and Logan to fight. Can you forgive him for my sake?"
"Stop pretending," I said.
I showed her social media posts on my phone. "Are these posts visible only to me?"
For the past three days, her social media had been full of photos: Logan cooking in her kitchen, Logan taking her son to the supermarket, and even the two of them enjoying a candlelight dinner together.
Bella's face turned slightly red, and she bit her lip, staying silent.