The Priceless Honeymoon

Every time she said she was angry, I used to obey without question. She never understood that I didn't fear her anger. I only knew how exhausting running the company was for her, and I didn’t want to add to her stress.

Now I finally understood. While I tried to lighten her burdens, she created her own troubles. Since that was the case, why should I bother anymore?

"Don’t you have your own card with you? Ask your secretary, or ask Zach. This whole trip was for his project anyway. It’s perfectly reasonable for him to cover the expenses."

After sending the message, I shut off my phone, got in the car, and drove home to pack.

I bought the apartment outright with my own money. She loved the layout and floor. Back then, I almost wrote her name on the deed too, but at the last second, something in me hesitated, so I put only my name down.

Now, I’m grateful I left myself that exit.

After packing, I listed the apartment with a real estate agent.

The next day, I went to file the divorce with the signed divorce agreement.

At first, I’d still been thinking about how to explain everything to Nina when I handed her the divorce agreement, but she had been in such a rush to grab her luggage and get downstairs that she didn’t even skim through it. She flipped straight to the last page and signed her name.

"At least look it over," I’d said, still holding onto a sliver of hope.

"No need. You’re my husband. Can’t I trust you?"

I had laughed bitterly. Her trust in me had always fallen short of her trust in Zach. That so-called trust wasn’t trust at all. She just wanted to brush me off quickly so she could catch her flight and hurry to travel with Zach.

In a way, it saved me the trouble of more explanations.

However, when I handed the documents to the clerk, he told me they still needed confirmation from the other party, acknowledging that the relationship had indeed broken down before they could process the divorce.

I showed them the sweet couple photos Nina and Zach had taken. I even showed them the wedding photo she’d smashed in a fit of rage over Zach.

Still, the clerk shook his head. "She has to say it herself."

Helpless, I turned my phone back on. The moment it powered up, dozens of missed calls and unread messages from Nina flooded the screen.

All because I hadn’t unfrozen the bank card. She had tried coaxing, threatening, guilt-tripping. The final message was a stream of curses, ending with her declaring she wanted a divorce.

I showed the messages to the clerk, who still shook his head.

So I called her. The line rang a long time before she finally picked up.

"Nina, our relationship..." I began.

"Who has a relationship with you? Whatever you say is useless. I’m divorcing you!" she snapped, assuming I was calling to beg like usual.

Then she hung up.

Only then did the clerk believe me. His eyes softened with sympathy as he accepted the documents and told me the divorce procedures would be finalized in a month.

I knew Nina didn’t mean the divorce she threatened. She always used that word when she was upset.

In the past, whenever she said it, I would panic. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. I would apologize, compromise, and promise her whatever she wanted until she calmed down and dropped the idea.

She knew I didn’t want a divorce. That’s why it became her final weapon. She thought using that threat would always get her what she wanted.

Alas, she seemed to forget something.

Love is like a savings account. If you only withdraw and never deposit, one day it runs out completely.