Kimberly
I stared at him after the last word left his mouth.
Silence hung between us. His chest was still rising and falling heavily. Tears sat in his eyes but he looked ready to walk out if I told him to.
I stood up.
“Sit down,” I ordered.
He blinked. “What?”
“I said sit the f**k down.”
He sat.
I walked around the table and stopped right in front of him.
“You don’t get to tell me to divorce you. That’s my decision, not yours. And I’m not going anywhere.”
His jaw tightened.
I kept my voice steady.
“You’re right about the money. I spent it. I lived off it. I let you pay my mother’s bills and help me with my loans without asking where the money came from. That’s on me. But you don’t get to stand there and act like you’re the only one who’s been hurting in this marriage.”
He op
