“And here I thought you’d finally grown up, being so quiet lately. But you were just waiting to pull something like this.”
Finding the TV too loud, he marched over and unplugged it.
“Rachel, are you completely clueless? This project meeting took two weeks to prepare. Do you have any idea how much money we lose when projects get delayed?”
I looked up to meet his disgusted expression and watched his face freeze.
His eyes locked onto the bandage on my forehead, then noticed my scraped hands and feet. “What happened to you?”
I looked away, keeping my voice casual. “Nothing much, just got hit by a scooter on my way to work.”
James’s expression flickered, and he stepped forward hesitantly to check my injuries.
“Why didn’t you call me?”
I pulled away from his touch, letting out a bitter laugh. “It’s just a minor injury. I know your streamers are more important.”
What was the point of calling him anyway?
He’d just launch into accusations without even asking what happened. When had he ever actually cared about why I called?
If he wouldn’t come when I needed him before, why would he now?
James tensed at my words, standing up with a cold laugh.
“Rachel, is the attitude really necessary? Fine, leaving you on the street was wrong, but are you five? Who gets hit crossing the street?”
I just stared at him silently.
See? Even a simple statement gets twisted into me being childish and dramatic.
I ignored him and stood to go to the bedroom.
Noticing my limp, James’s expression softened. He sighed and came over to help.
“I’ll sleep in our room tonight, so I can keep an eye on you.”
James hadn’t gone to bed before midnight in ages.
Because Sophie complained about getting hate comments on her streams and worried about getting depressed, she insisted he keep her company while streaming.
So every night, James would sit in his home office, working while watching her stream.
Occasionally joining in with sweet little interactions with the streamer.
I’d fought with him about it, crying and arguing, but couldn’t change his mind.
James insisted it was just work, and eventually threatened divorce until I gave in.
I didn’t reject his offer tonight, but when he tried to put his arm around me, I said quietly, “James, I want a divorce.”
