Divorce After Husband's Affair

At these words, Remington didn't react right away, but Kamari couldn't hide her unease.

"Olivia, why are you so aggressive? Remington and I are just friends, and I even asked you to pick him up today. Tossing a check at me like that—aren't you just trying to put me down?"

"If you don't misinterpret Remington's intentions, I'll walk away."

I sneered, openly assessing her attire. "That diamond necklace, the dress, the shoes, the handbag—they're all expensive. Can your family really afford your extravagant spending?"

Without missing a beat, I continued, "Don't tell me you're buying these on credit. With no stable income, how are you planning to clear your debts?"

When the Roberts family was on the edge of ruin, she dutifully followed her family's decision to study abroad. It seemed she had no choice, but the look on her face when the Roberts failed to secure funding is still vivid in my mind.

The tables have turned now, and the Rodriguez family is facing bankruptcy. Does she think she can just swoop in because Remington is getting ahead?

"Forget about Remington. Our marriage certificate still carries weight. Any money he spent on you, I have the right to demand back."

"Enough!"

Remington interrupted us, standing up with disdain and mockery in his eyes. "I've told you, Kamari and I are just friends."

"And let's not forget, you couldn't afford those luxuries either."

"Let's leave. We'll find somewhere else to relax. This is a real mood killer. You should think it over."

As if sensing that my talk of divorce was driven by anger, he stood by Kamari's side in public. I watched them leave the café in small groups, and a knowing smile spread across my face. I slipped off the wedding ring I'd carefully selected for our marriage and casually tossed it into the trash.

Remington has always taken liberties, thinking I love him without conditions. What he doesn't realize is that emotions are unpredictable and need careful nurturing. I can give boundless love, and I can take it back just as easily.

Before bed, my phone buzzed with another photo from Kamari. In the picture, Remington's cheeks were flushed, hands wrapped eagerly around her waist.

[He still loves me.]

I read her message without any emotional stir. In reality, I wanted him to love you. Watching his childhood sweetheart grow wealthier day by day, how could he resist? If he didn’t mess up, how would I ever break free?