I'm Sorry, Darling
Just as he was about to explode in anger, I said calmly, "Let's divorce. Tomorrow, we'll get the papers. Let's settle this quietly. You can keep the car, but I'm keeping the house."
Realization dawned on him, and his expression grew twisted.
Before he could speak, Yoseph opened the door and walked in. Of course, he couldn't resist showing up to enjoy the drama.
Yoseph stood there, wearing his usual smirk.
I couldn't stand the sight of him. I rolled my eyes and, turning back to Gordon, informed him, "Oh, by the way, it was your wonderful little brother who told me about your affair."
The smug grin on Yoseph's face instantly disappeared.