Due to my visit to Abigail, Charlie unexpectedly returned home that evening.
His expression was so angry, and he immediately began to accuse me: "Leila, you're being excessive. I never expected you to be such a jealous and paranoid woman."
I feigned innocence, asking, "What do you mean?"
Charlie replied, "Why did you go see Abigail? There's nothing between us."
I responded, "Really? Then can you delete her phone number from your phone?"
Charlie started to dodge the question: "Abigail and I are just good friends."
I couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Charlie, dare you swear to God that you and Abigail are just friends and that you have no other intentions? Tell God that if you ever cross the line from friendship, you will go to hell."
Charlie grit his teeth, replying, "You are absolutely unreasonable."
I looked at Charlie and said, "Don't you realize why I am doing this? Do you remember that I am your wife? I can clearly tell you that as long as I am your wife, Abigail will only be the disgraceful third party."
Charlie glared at me fiercely.
I quickly reminded him, "You can also choose to divorce me."
He seemed to suddenly realize: "Yes, divorce; I will divorce you."
Charlie slammed the door loudly and walked away.
I smiled, feeling satisfied.
Men, that's how they are; the more you try to restrict them, the more they want to rebel.
I called my lawyer to start planning for asset division.