The Price of Pride

Summary

Arthur was driving me to my prenatal appointment when his phone rang.

The Bluetooth connected to the car's speakers, and a woman's voice filled the silence.

"I'm back. Divorce her, okay?"

Arthur didn't say a word. He just casually reached over and hit the "end call" button on the steering wheel.

I thought it was a clean, decisive rejection.

Until that very night, when his lawyer arrived at our house with divorce papers.

Looking at the suppressed emotion in his eyes, I calmly signed my name and asked, "Do you need me to move out tonight?"