She Skipped Our Wedding Toast, So I Filed for Divorce

"I called you both here because I thought you were reasonable people." Walter's face had gone hard. "But if this is your attitude too, then there's no reason to keep my Marcie suffering at your side."

He turned to me. "Duncan Fleming, you can divorce Marcie. But you walk away with nothing."

I didn't look at him. I kept my eyes on Marcella. "Agree to an uncontested divorce, and we split everything down the middle. Fight me, and I'll take you to court for all of it and leave you with nothing."

"You? Take all of it?" Doris planted one hand on her hip and jabbed a finger at me. "You married into this family. How do you have the nerve to fight over a single thing? Have you got no shame?"

"You keep throwing 'married in' at me like it's a leash. I've cut you too much slack." I was done humoring her. "You've got two daughters. The younger one married far away, so you said Marcie and I would take care of you in your old age. Now suddenly I'm the man who married in? The shameless one here is you."

"You... you... you—" Doris's finger trembled at me. "So when her father and I die, the inheritance isn't yours?"

"Inheritance? What inheritance do you have?" The laugh that came out of me was pure disbelief. "When Marcie and I got married, your family had three crumbling little houses and a few acres of land, and you'd already sold off the land."

"You two retired early because all you raised were daughters. The house you live in, I built it."

"I cover your living expenses to this day, and you have the nerve to talk about inheritance?"

"And the bride price, the car, the condo, the jewelry. Tell me one thing Marcie didn't take. Have you ever seen a man who married in like that?"

"If you never learned how to be a decent human being, go die and come back to try again."

She stood there, face flushed dark with rage. I turned back to Marcella. "Now it's all on you. I want this over fast. Agree to the divorce and half of everything is yours. Make me sue, and you'll get nothing."

"Duncan Fleming, you're a bully." Marcella wiped at fake tears. "You're the one throwing me away. You're the one who wants out. What gives you the right to split everything?"

"What exactly did I do to wrong you?"

"You think I'm too old now. You've got someone on the side, I know it."

"Exactly." Doris jumped in. "Fine, divorce her. But you'd better spell out the reason. If you can't, you leave with nothing."

"You know exactly why I want this divorce." I held Marcella's stare. "You sure you want me saying it out loud?"

"I don't know. Say it. Right now. Why the divorce."

"I can put up with almost anything from you. But not the things that matter. That's the reason."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Marcella glared at me.

"You don't know what it means?"

"No, I don't." She closed the gap between us. "You'd better make it clear."

My voice went cold. "You cheated."

"Bullshit. You're the cheater. Don't you dare pin that filth on me."

She was working herself up now. "You don't get to call someone a cheat without proof. So where's yours?"

She came at me, screaming. "You're not even human. How do you say something like that and still sleep at night? I'll rip that mouth off your face."

Crack—

My hand came up and the slap landed across her cheek.

In all our years married, I'd never once raised my voice at her. Her tantrums, her sulking, her getting her way over everything, I'd taken it all with a smile.

But some things you don't forgive.

The truth is, I didn't want to touch her. It felt filthy.

All I wanted was to end this marriage fast. But watching her stand there playing the victim, I couldn't hold it in.

That slap lit the fuse.

"You dare hit my daughter!" Doris charged, Walter right behind her, and Marcella's sister came at me too.

The second my parents saw it, they threw themselves into the fight.