I Won’t Turn Back

Summary

The word “divorce” hit me just as I picked up a piece of braised pork.

“Let’s do it,” Liam said, setting down his chopsticks. His tone was as casual as if he were mentioning a business trip tomorrow.

I bit into the pork, chewed twice, and swallowed.

“Alright.”

He froze. His chopsticks hovered mid-air for five seconds, then another five. I kept eating. The braised pork, rich with sauce, was perfectly cooked – a dish I’d spent forty minutes preparing. He never touched his chopsticks again.

After finishing the last piece, I got up to clear the table. As I passed him, he grabbed my wrist.