He Touched His “Bro’s” Chest, I Chose Divorce
Chapter 2
Again, I’m the one who has to apologize!
I don’t even know what I did wrong!
I bit down hard and spat out two words: “In your dreams!”
Then I grabbed my purse and stormed off.
Jason grabbed my wrist.
“Why are you so petty?”
“No wonder you don’t have a single close friend!”
“With your small-minded personality, no one wants to be around you!”
I froze.
It was true I didn’t have many friends—but wasn’t that because I had insisted on moving far away with him?
He knew that, yet he still threw it in my face!
Fury rose inside me. I struggled hard, trying to shake off his grip.
My bag slipped and accidentally struck his face. Blood immediately poured from his nose.
Emily grabbed tissues from the table, pressing them to his nose as she fussed over him:
“Forget it, you should just take Rachel home before she snaps again and bites someone!”
“Rachel, honestly, men need their pride out in public. How could you hit him?”
“Good boy, hurry and apologize to Rachel. Let’s just drop it.”
I knew Jason’s temper well.
Even when we fought to the point of nearly breaking up, he never said the words “I’m sorry.”
I didn’t expect an apology.
But when Emily spoke, Jason hesitated only two seconds before muttering reluctantly:
“Sorry, okay?”
I froze, feeling something inside me shatter.
Jason, who always claimed to be a straight shooter, had just treated Emily’s words as law.
I sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly unwilling to say another word, and walked away.
When I got home, Jason arrived soon after.
He held a massive bouquet of red roses. After shutting the door, he pressed close to me.
“Alright, don’t be mad. Today’s our fifth wedding anniversary!”
“Look, 999 red roses—I’ve been planning this for a while!”
Looking at the fiery bouquet, my anger eased a little.
After all, he’d never given me gifts before.
This time, I had hinted at it for weeks—it meant he finally took my words to heart.
Seeing me soften a bit, Jason added:
“But seriously, you should apologize to Emily sometime. We’ve known each other since childhood. It’d be bad to fall out completely.”
“Anyway, think about it. I’m tired, going to shower first.”
He headed to the bathroom.
A moment later, his phone rang on the couch. I picked it up—it was Emily.
Against my better judgment, I opened their chat history.
Emily: “Did your nagging wife calm down? Next time we eat, don’t bring her. Total buzzkill!”
Scrolling up, I found Jason asking: “What do you want for your birthday tomorrow?”
Emily: “Surprise me. I’ll love whatever you get.”
Jason had sent two pictures—one of a million-dollar necklace, the other of 999 roses.
Jason: “Do you like these?”
Emily: “Forget the roses, too cliché. I need a new perfume!”
Jason: “Fine, I’ll buy you perfume. I’ll give the roses to Rachel—she’s been hinting at an anniversary gift nonstop. She’s annoying, so this should shut her up.”
I stared at the bright red roses on the table.
But my heart grew colder and colder.
So, what he gave me was just what Emily didn’t want. And I had treated it like a treasure.
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