Chapter 125
I softened my tone on purpose.
I never liked playing the victim, but if it could finally get Jonathan to agree to a divorce, I was willing to give it a shot.
He stood with his back to me the entire time, never once turning around.
It wasn’t until the silence swallowed my last word that he finally said, in a low voice, “I’m not getting a divorce.”
And with that, he walked out of the room, leaving me alone.
I stared at the closed door, feeling a wave of frustration I couldn’t suppress. I grabbed the pillow in my hand and hurled it at the door.
The next few days felt like a return to the old routine.
Jonathan no longer allowed me to go out.
His attitude wasn’t as cold or overbearing as before. He agreed to almost everything I asked,
except for leaving the house. In that regard, he remained inflexible, and that made me resent him
even more.
“Jonathan, I’m begging you,” I pleaded. “Please, just let me go. Can’t we just get divorced? I don’t
want your guilt, and I don’t need your compensation!”
At first, I tried to speak to him calmly, but Jonathan would just stare at me with those same deep, icy eyes, saying nothing at all.
Only after a long silence would he let out a sigh and say softly, “I’m not divorcing you.”
Over time, frustration and anger got the best of me. I started yelling at him.
“Why won’t you divorce me, Jonathan? What do you want from me? Are you trying to drive me to my death on purpose? Is that what it takes for you to be with Alicia and have everyone’s blessing?”
I threw every cruel thing I could think of at him, but he never took the bait.
He tolerated it all. No matter how cruel or awful my words were, he remained unmoved. 1
Sometimes, when I closed my eyes and refused to speak, he would gently brush my hair away from my face and press a soft kiss on my forehead.
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