Amelia
Nothing could be more shocking than what he was doing right now. The man was acting strange. He once told me it would be impossible for him to ever step into my room.
I still remember him saying, “You’re disgusting,” as he threw a vase beside me. The shattered glass cut my foot that day, but he didn’t care.
Feeling uneasy with the current situation, I tried to snatch away what he was holding, but he held me back with ease.
I watched him reading it, his eyes cold and unwelcoming, and then I caught a strange expression flickering across his face.
“You want to divorce me?”
His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. There was no way he was angry—after all, during our three years of marriage, I had always heard nothing but complaints from him about how cursed our marriage was.
“Ye
