I'm divorcing my wife

Laura's POV:

It was a typical Wednesday evening at Bistro's restaurant when I sat down at the dinner table opposite Reiner.

I had been very uncomfortable with tonight's dinner arrangement, but Reiner insisted we eat out.

I had messaged him earlier to let him know I'd like us to have a talk. Reiner was as excited as a child about to receive a candy.

He made reservations at Bistro's, an Italian restaurant in Sun island and even rode me to the restaurant in his own Rolls-Royce Cullinan.

We began by having drinks. Reiner was in such a good mood, I hadn't the heart to bring up my reasons for tonight's meeting.

He looked really worn out. From the heavy bags under his eyes, I could tell he's had many sleepless nights.

Was I the cause of those sleepless nights? I got no idea.

Reiner had promised me financial security and the opportunity to focus on my own career goals.

That was part of the reasons why I married him. I chose him because I was desperate to have those things.

Now, howe