He spoke in a strained voice, "That's not fair. I was busy with work, Catt.," while he drooped his head and sighed in exasperation. His hands rattled with despair. And he added, "I've been putting in a ton of time at work and at night trying to figure out things with the company, and Jasmine is just...."
I arched an eyebrow and stared at him in the eyes, "Just your secretary? I know she’s not just a secretary, she shared a room with you during business trips. So, don’t try to make me look like a fool, Hugo. I’m not a fool to believe all your lies."
Hugo took a step forward and tried to grab my hand. "Catt, You're just making things up; why do you think I'm cheating on you?!"
"Why? Because it's the truth!"
"Shut the fuck up, will you?" he asked, as if he were done with my whole mess.
Tears began to trickle down my cheeks as I scowled at him. There was a tight silence between us. The room was filled with our tense, angry, and frustrated feelings toward each other. I always tried to make peace with him, but now I've had enough. I can't stand feeling the same pain over and over.
"Let's end this marriage."
"What?"