Love's Breaking Point

The doorbell rang, and a surge of excitement rose within me. I thought my long-awaited bowl of chitterlings had finally arrived.

Balancing myself on one foot, I carefully hopped toward the door. But when I opened it, I saw Logan and Zoey standing outside.

The disappointment on my face did not escape their notice.

"I left in such a hurry yesterday that I forgot my keys," Logan explained flatly.

As he spoke, he casually picked up the pair of slippers that had tortoise cartoons on them. I had always cherished those slippers, so I'd never worn them. Yet, he handed them to Zoey.

Those slippers had once been exclusively mine, but now he gave them away without a second thought.

"You don't need to explain anything to me," I said, my mind focused on my dinner. I hopped over to the table to grab my phone, intending to check the delivery driver's location.

"Victoria, it's all my fault. Don't be angry at Logan," Zoey immediately said in a trembling voice, her eyes welling up with tears.

"What now, Victoria? Zoey just graduated with her master's degree and is being pressured into marriage by her parents. She has nowhere to stay. What's wrong with letting her live here for a few days?" Logan said in irritation.

At that, I couldn't help but laugh. My laugh was filled with self-mockery and helplessness.

Upon hearing my laughter, Logan misunderstood and thought I was mocking them.

"How can you be so heartless? You're even laughing at this?" he questioned with a stern expression.

When I saw his serious expression, I laughed so hard that tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Let's talk, Logan," I said, my voice carrying a tone of finality.

"Don't start anything. Zoey hasn't slept all night and needs to rest," Logan replied impatiently, his eyes brimming with discontent toward me.

"Let's get a divorce," I said, not wanting to drag this out any longer. I voiced my thoughts firmly.

Logan, however, didn't take what I said seriously.

"Why can't you be more understanding? It's just a pair of slippers," he said, his gaze briefly falling on the tortoise-patterned slippers before quickly looking away. He was flippant and aversive, as if he wanted to downplay the significance of those slippers.

"Logan, I said we're getting a divorce," I repeated, emphasizing each word.