"You just let another man insult your wife, and you don't even make a sound. Jeremy, are you even a man?"
"Gave me the key to the Bentley, and you, immediately, got out of my sight!"
Ava's arrogance was overwhelming, and she truly believed I would obey her like always.
After all, this had been our dynamic for years.
She was the queen, and I was her loyal lapdog.
When she said "go east," I never went west.
When our two kids were born, I was the one who cared for them. If they cried and disturbed her sleep, she made me kneel on a washboard.
Lipstick, bags, shoes — she demanded only the most expensive, limited-edition ones. If I couldn't buy them, she'd hit me out of frustration.
Back then, I loved her so much that I endured the pain in silence.
Now, she stood before me with that same hand, waiting for me to hand over the Bentley keys like a loyal dog.
But I was no longer the pathetic man I used to be.
She didn't deserve my loyalty anymore.
The cuckolded man fought back, and the unfaithful woman died.
I let out a snort of laughter through my nose and casually pulled out the Bentley keys.
Ava reached for them immediately.
I dodged her hand and handed the keys to Evan instead.
"Bro, the car's yours. Just make sure you help me win this divorce case."
