"You're being unreasonable, Alex!"Chelsea Sloane's eyes were red with anger, her voice trembling. "I know you're controlling, and that's why I've bent over backward for you all these years since we got married. But now, you're divorcing me over a pen?"Our two-year-old son, Nathan Larsson, started crying loudly, clutching at her clothes. She hugged him tightly, swallowing back a sob. "It's okay, darling. You're fine."She turned to me, her eyes full of hurt and accusation. "If you have any conscience at all, you should comfort our son."I ignored her, my face blank, and stood up. "You'll receive the divorce papers tomorrow. Sign them as soon as you can."The guests exchanged glances, whispering among themselves."All this over a fountain pen? Has Alex lost his mind?""They were supposed to be a model couple in the industry. What went wrong?""Do you have to ask? Obviously, there's someone else…"I didn't care about their gossip. I grabbed my coat and walked out. Panic crossed
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