Chapter 6

Chapter 6 

On the phone, I told my lawyer to get Anthony to sign them. She sounded unsure, saying Anthony probably wouldn’t sign so quickly. I said, “That’s fine. I’m not in a hurry. I’ve survived three years. I can wait a little longer.” ·

The lawyer, a woman in her forties who was usually sharp and efficient, told me it wasn’t that simple. She’d seen plenty of couples who threatened divorce, made a big scene, and then ended up patching things up.

I let out a sigh and said, “I know, but I’m not like them.”

That night, he called. I stared at his name on the screen, but didn’t pick up.

Then he texted: [Come back. Don’t be like this.]

I looked at those words, feeling speechless. He still thought I was just acting up. In his eyes, I was just some stubborn girl.