Framed by My Wife, I Buy Her Company
Valerie Palmer, who has been in a secret marriage with me, brings her secretary, Thomas Freeman, to the family gathering.
After she has half a glass of red wine, Thomas snatches the glass over and downs the rest.
When Thomas takes a bite out of the pickled cucumber and deems it too sour, he feeds it to Valerie right away, who swallows it without a second thought.
Having witnessed everything, I hand the divorce agreement to Valerie.
She looks at me coldly. "Is it really necessary for you to do this? Thomas is just a secretary."
I can't hold it back anymore. "You never even touched the glasses that I've used before, and yet you could eat something that was coated in his saliva?"
Valerie responds by throwing the papers in my face. "You call yourself a mature adult even though all you do is feel jealous all the time! Don't you think this is embarrassing?"
She seems to be used to not taking me seriously at all. Even now, she still thinks that I'm just throwing a tantrum.
I lower my head, a bitter smile gracing my face. "Valerie Palmer, I want a divorce from you."