She sat next to me and affectionately linked her arm with mine, "I mentioned divorce to you out of anger. Who asked you to provoke me when I was losing money? You caused a big scene with the excuse of rescuing or at the funeral home. Who wouldn't be furious after hearing that? Later, when you stopped causing trouble, I helped Brennen win 80,000 dollars, enough for his two-month living expenses. My guilt also decreased..."
When her body pressed against mine, I suddenly pushed her away.
The scent coming from her body was the perfume that Brennen liked.
Unexpectedly, I accidentally pushed Yasmin, causing her to fall off the sofa and hit the coffee table with a muffled thud.
She immediately winced in sharp pain, her eyebrows furrowed, exclaiming, "Lawson! Did you just push me?"
She got up, clutching her lower back, took off her high heels, and smashed them towards my abdomen.
The freshly healed wound was struck, sending me into a daze of pain, and then I felt my strength drain away as I collapsed to the ground.
Without hesitation, she whipped out her phone, snapped a selfie of herself sprawled on the floor, and promptly uploaded it to Instagram. This was her standard modus operandi. Whenever I upset her, she'd resort to social media, painting herself as the victim and soliciting her friends' condemnation, with Brennen always leading the charge.
As a grown man, I should refrain from jealousy, creating a scene, or causing my wife any unhappiness.
However, my shortcomings were abundantly documented on her Instagram.
Though she eventually adjusted the privacy settings, she never deleted those posts.
It appeared that they stand as tangible proof of the harm I've inflicted upon her.
But once Brennen returned to the country, all the sweet moments she had posted on her Instagram were gone, deleted without a trace.
Her excuse was that we were young and ignorant in the past, and now as an old married couple, it was too embarrassing to keep those things.
"Is it embarrassment, or does she fear that Brennen, being single, might feel upset? She knows the answer deep down in her heart." I thought.
"Yasmin, if you don't sign the divorce papers, I will contact a lawyer to file for divorce," I said.
After regaining strength, I got up to pick up the luggage I had already packed.
I couldn't stay in this home for another moment.