I Chose Freedom
The next time I asked Evelyn Bennett for a divorce, she still had not fully come down from her climax.
Her hand was resting on the man's lean waist as she said, "Julian, do you think his V-lines are perfect? Especially when he's turned on and they move. It's completely irresistible."
After saying that, she waited for me to react the way I always had before. She expected another hysterical outburst.
But it was as if I had not heard a word. I simply flipped the divorce papers to the section on asset division. "Everything you've ever given me, I'll return. I'll leave on my own."
Evelyn paused for a moment, then spoke as if nothing had happened. "Then can you give me back the heart I gave you, too? Stop being difficult, babe. You know you're the only one I've ever loved. Be good and go home. Wait for me there."
I ignored her words and stubbornly held out the divorce agreement.
Her heart was something I had stopped wanting a long time ago. The only thing I wanted now was freedom.