And in just a few seconds, Jasmine passed the phone to my cold husband. And on the other end of the line, I heard his low rumble voice say the most painful statement, "I’m busy right now and I don’t have time for your drama, Catt. Just keep it to yourself, okay?!"
And the call just ended just like that, a cold sentence from him ended everything in just instant making my heart suffer in pain for a million shattered pieces.
How could he be so cold and distant now?
THREE WEEKS LATER.
The front door slammed open late at night, and I gasped. I frowned and went downstairs, only to find that my dear jerk husband had just returned. He stared at me intensely and said, "I'm starving."
I didn't move, still raising an eyebrow at him.
He felt the tension between us until he tried to say, "I bought you something. It's a gift."
But I turned it down, crossed my arms, and told him, "We need to talk."
He asked, frowning, "About what?"
"About our divorce."