Chapter 125

I softened my tone on purpose. I never liked playing the victim, but if it could finally get Jonathan to agree to a divorce, I was willing to give it a shot. He stood with his back to me the entire time, never once turning around. It wasn't until the silence swallowed my last word that he finally said, in a low voice, "I'm not getting a divorce." And with that, he walked out of the room, leaving me alone. I stared at the closed door, feeling a wave of frustration I couldn't suppress. I grabbed the pillow in my hand and hurled it at the door. … The next few days felt like a return to the old routine. Jonathan no longer allowed me to go out. His attitude wasn't as cold or overbearing as before. He agreed to almost everything I asked, except for leaving the house. In that regard, he remained inflexible, and that made me resent him even more. "Jonathan, I'm begging you," I pleaded. "Please, just let me go. Can't we just get divorced? I don't want your guilt, and I don't need your