"He's just a house husband. Delivering food is the only skill he has."
Vicious whispers assaulted my ears while the biting wind drilled into my collar.
Yet internally, I felt no chill. The cold inside me had long since frozen over.
"Sign it," I repeated, ignoring the audience. "While this hasn't completely blown up, while I haven't changed my mind about the terms—sign it. It's for your own good."
I thought of our five years together. Despite everything, I was still giving her a chance to walk away with her reputation intact. Still urging her to sign an agreement where I left with nothing but the clothes on my back.
"I won't sign! I absolutely won't sign!" Tessa cried out, tears streaming down her face. "Oliver, you're being incredibly petty. I missed one snowfall with you. I built one snowman with Carter. And for that, you want to throw away our marriage?"
She paused, her tear-filled eyes widening as if struck by sudden realization.
"Wait... say it. Do you have someone else? Is that it? Did you deliberately wait until today to stage this?"
Her face was a mask of pure grievance, painted with the perfect amount of betrayal.