She Put Cilantro in My Lunch ,So I Filed for Divorce

"Who gave you the nerve to divorce Alexandra?"

Margot Perez was just as furious. "Let me make this clear—if you dare go through with this divorce, I will cut you off as my son. Believe that."

Gladys stood with her arms crossed, flanking my parents, making her stance perfectly clear.

In their eyes, Alexandra Henson was the picture of grace—a "devoted wife and loving mother."

Seven years of marriage, and she'd kept the household running like clockwork. She treated my parents and Gladys well enough.

But none of that changed my mind. This divorce was happening.

"Mom, Dad, Gladys—please don't be upset. This isn't Christian's fault. I must have done something wrong to make him unhappy." Alexandra turned the blame inward, her voice soft with contrition.

And that one sentence sent my parents' temper through the roof.

My father surged forward and slapped me across the face. "Alexandra married into this family. All these years, she's given you children, taken care of your mother and me—she's been nothing short of exemplary. What more could you possibly want?"

"She bore your children, Christian. How can you be this clueless?"

"Get on your knees right now and beg her forgiveness."

His voice was a command, not a request.

"Mom, Dad—this really isn't Christian's fault," Alexandra said gently. "I forgot he's allergic to cilantro. If he eats it, his skin flares up. I was helping Oliver Abbott with his homework so late last night that I made a mistake preparing lunch this morning."

She rose and walked over to me. "Christian, I'm sorry. Please don't be angry with me. I'll be more careful from now on."

Across from me, Gladys was practically baring her teeth. She'd always been blunt by nature, and fresh out of college, she still carried that righteous fire. Watching Alexandra apologize to me pushed her over the edge. "You're unbelievable. I can't just stand here and watch you bully someone this good. Alexandra, come here—I've got your back."

She pulled Alexandra to her side.

My mother piled on. "Why are you just standing there? Apologize to Alexandra. Tell her you're not getting a divorce. Let her forgive you."

"Mom. Dad." I kept my voice level. "What happens between me and Alexandra is between us. This divorce is final."

There was no point arguing further. Nothing I said would land.

So I turned and walked out.

Once I was outside, I sent a message to my legal team, asking how soon they could pull together the evidence I needed.

The reply came quickly. "Mr. Perez, we'll need some time. Please be patient."

There was nothing else I could do. Some things couldn't be rushed.

That evening, I went home.

Before long, Alexandra came back with Oliver, our five-year-old.

The boy looked at me with something close to fear in his eyes. The moment my gaze met his, he ducked behind Alexandra.

"Oliver, go to your room and rest. Mommy will come read you a story in a little while."

Oliver nodded obediently and scurried off down the hall.

Alexandra sat down across from me.

I pulled out the divorce agreement and tossed it in front of her. "Take a look. If everything's in order, sign it."

She picked it up, skimmed it for barely a second, and dropped it back on the table. "Christian, our son is still so young. Are you really this heartless?"

The performance was starting again.

"I'll be straight with you," I said, my voice low and hard. "I'm not playing games. You don't sign, we settle this in court."

The pitiful look on Alexandra's face vanished in a flash. A cold smirk curled at the corner of her lips. "I'm not signing this. You want a divorce that badly? Fine. Full custody goes to me, plus ten million dollars in compensation. Otherwise, there's nothing to discuss."