I'm Done with You

Summary

It was three in the morning. I sat on the sofa, listening to the sound of a key turning in the lock.

Marcus pushed the door open, a rare smile on his face as he carefully placed a pink hair tie on the entryway table.

When he saw me, his brow furrowed instinctively before smoothing out again.

“Why are you still up? I told you not to wait for me when I’m working late.”

His voice faltered when he saw my lit-up phone screen.

It was a social media post from ten minutes ago. The author was his student, Nina.

“Let’s get a divorce.”