After My Death, My Wife Goes Mad

I refused to agree to Alice's demands.

I told her I couldn't possibly go through with a divorce.

In a fit of anger, she let Harvey move into our home.

His bags and belongings cluttered the living room, and he looked at me with a smirk.

"Man, Alice and I were together first. What's the point in dragging this out?"

I kicked over his stuff. "Get the hell out of my house!"

Harvey narrowed his eyes. "You're healed now, but you still want a fight?"

I was furious, and even though I knew I couldn't beat him, I lunged at him. Harvey rolled up his sleeves.

"Enough!" Alice interrupted. "Bruce, I told you, if you agree to the divorce, I'll make it worth your while. Why can't you just let it go?"

I looked at her. "Didn't you vow to love me forever?

"And how did you react when that bastard cheated on you?"

Alice's gaze faltered. "We were all young then. Harvey had his reasons. So, now that there's no love left, isn't it better to part ways amicably?"

"No love left?" I sneered. "You mean you don't love me anymore.

"You broke your vows. You cheated!"

Alice looked at me for a moment, then sighed, seeming resigned. "Bruce, how old are you? Still believing in vows?

"These are just things people say to children. You've been cooped up at home so long, you've lost touch with reality."

My voice trembled with rage. "The reason I stayed at home was to give you security. I stepped back from the business and handed it over to you.

"And this is how you repay me? Be honest with yourself, haven't you already moved on?"

Alice nodded, her gaze unflinching. "Yes, you're right. I won't lie to you—I stopped loving you a long time ago.

"Bruce, you really don't deserve me anymore."