Something inside her snapped. “You’re a monster, Peter,” she spat. “I want a divorce!” The words erupted from her like a dam breaking, raw and furious. But as soon as they escaped her lips, regret surged through her. She hadn’t meant it—not entirely. She wanted to hurt him, but not like this.
Peter didn’t flinch. His eyes, cold and emotionless, met hers. “Alright,” he said, his voice eerily calm. “Let’s do that.” Cindy felt the air leave her lungs. There was no protest, no plea, no sign of the man she thought loved her. Just detached acceptance, as if she meant nothing.