Larry
I have been thinking since my plane landed about how much of a jerk I've been to Tiffany. Asking her to marry me for five years? Jerk move. And now, leaving her for days on our honeymoon just for business. And what Caroline said had gotten to me too. I want to right this wrong no matter what.
"Did you hear me?" I ask Tiffany who just keeps standing and staring at me. "This marriage is—"
"A mistake, you said, I heard you, Larry," she says.
Then she moves to the corner and pours whisky into a glass. I watch her gulp the golden brown liquid immediately before turning to look at me.
"So you want…what? A divorce?" She asks.
I'd expected her to scream at me or say something else but she's calm when she speaks.
"No," I stand too. I sigh deeply. "We've only been married for a week.
