Ending Our Marriage Over a Plush Toy

My wife had always hated stuffed animals.

But recently, she bought a giant teddy bear—and started cuddling it to sleep every night.

As for me, I was left to the side, completely ignored.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

So, during our daughter’s first birthday banquet, I asked for a divorce.

The entire room went silent in shock.

Veronica splashed a glass of wine in my face and shouted, “You’re jealous of a teddy bear?! Are you out of your mind?”

I calmly wiped my face and said coldly, “Didn’t you say you wanted to spend the rest of your life with that teddy bear? I’m just making it easy for you.”

——

“Miguel!” she seethed.

“Our daughter just turned one—and you're divorcing me over this? What kind of heartless bastard are you?”

Veronica's eyes turned red with fury, her body trembling.

“Sign the papers,” I said, throwing the divorce agreement on the table. “See you at the Civil Affairs Bureau at nine tomorrow morning.”

I didn’t bother explaining, and just turned and walked away.

The guests were stunned again, exchanging confused glances.

We were the couple everyone admired—the so-called perfect match.

No one understood how things could fall apart so suddenly.

There was a flash of panic in Veronica's eyes.

Her parents frowned, their expressions darkening. They clearly hadn’t expected me to be this decisive.

Her assistant, Dariel, grabbed my arm and pleaded, “Come on, all girls like stuffed animals—are you really making a scene over this? Apologize to Ms. Veronica.”

“Have you forgotten how she nearly died giving birth to your child? She refused anesthesia and passed out from the pain, just to deliver your daughter.”

“She sleeps in a separate room and takes care of the baby herself, so she doesn’t disturb your rest. Can’t you see how much she’s sacrificing for you?”

More guests chimed in, rebuking me.

“He’s right! You two had a good thing going. So many people envy you for marrying such a good woman.”

“If there’s a problem, talk it through. What kind of man uses divorce as a threat? You can’t just take it out on your wife.”

Veronica took a deep breath and steadied herself. Then she rushed over and hugged me tightly.

“Honey,” she said softly, “we’ve been through twelve years together—from strangers to soulmates. You’ve always been gentle and patient. You never lost your temper.”

“Is it something at work? Are you trying to protect me by pushing me away? Tell me. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together.”

Hearing her speak up for me so earnestly, the guests began to side with her.

They looked at me with increasing disappointment.

“Miguel,” her father finally spoke up. “I may be retired and out of the business world, but I still carry some weight.”

“We’re all family. If something’s wrong, you should say it. Don’t bottle it up.”

Even Veronica's parents chose to believe in me. After all, I was the son-in-law they had hand-picked.

But I didn’t care about any of them.

Without a glance around, I shoved Veronica off me.

My voice was cold. “It’s simple. I don’t love you anymore.”

A dead silence ensued.

“...What?” Veronica froze.

Tears began to well up at the corners of her eyes.

“I said—I don’t love you anymore,” I repeated. “Did you hear me clearly this time?”

I stepped past her, ready to leave.

“Stop right there!”

Dariel grabbed me by the collar and yelled, “Enough with this nonsense! Even as her assistant, I can’t stand watching this anymore!”

“Have you forgotten how hard you chased after her for three whole years?”

“And it took another six just to finally walk down the aisle with her!”

“Have you forgotten what you said at your wedding? To hold her hand and grow old together. To never leave her.”

“And your kid is already one year old! Do you want him to grow up in a broken home?”

Watching him defend her so passionately, I smirked and said with a mocking tone, “Why are you so worked up? What—don’t tell me... you have feelings for her?”