“Pearl, I’ve told you this before,” Hank snapped, his tone sharp. “You can’t use your pregnancy as an excuse for your tantrums. Apologize to Susie right now, or we’ll go get divorced this instant!”
His words made me laugh in disbelief and anger. I reached into my bag, pulled out the divorce papers I had prepared long ago, and threw them onto the table in front of him.
“Fine, let’s go get divorced. Now.”
Hank’s expression darkened the moment he saw the papers He glared at me, his mood shifting from arrogance to something colder.
“Pearl, you’re still carrying our child,” he said. “You’re just being sensitive because of the pregnancy. I can forgive you for acting impulsively.”
I met his gaze, unflinching, and after a long pause, I spoke.
“Hank, no one knows better than you whether I’m being impulsive or not.”
His face froze. Susie, standing nearby, opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Hank before she could say a ⚫ word.
“Susie, we need to talk in private. Please go home for now, okay?”
She hesitated, her eyes widening as they darted to the divorce agreement and its detailed property division. Her expression twisted in anger, and she looked like she was about to start shouting at me, but Hank quickly ushered her out the door before she could cause a scene.
The moment she left, his demeanor changed. His voice softened with a hint of pleading.
“Pearl, I know you’re upset about how close Susie and I are. But trust me, I only see her as a sister. You’ll always be my wife, the one who holds the title of Madam in the Dawson family.
“What would become of our child if we divorce now? You’re going to let them grow up in a broken home?”
