148 I Want A Divorce

“I won't agree to divorce you,” he said firmly.

“I can't live with you as a wife anymore.” I stared at him. “You scare me.”

“From now on, I won't restrict your freedom, you can do whatever you want,” he said in a negotiating tone, “I won't force you to do anything and I won't interfere in your personal affairs. But you have to come home every night so I can see you. You're still Mrs. Logan, and our relationship will last until the day we die. This is my final compromise to you.”

He paused for a few seconds, his golden eyes gleaming with cold coldness.

“I don't mind locking you up again. Don't test my patience.”

“So I should thank you for your generosity?” I looked at him coldly.

“Yes, you should say thank you to me,” he said. “After all, it is my kindness that has been given to you. And you are ungrateful.”

It sounded so familiar, like something Mikeal once said to me.

“Thank you for your kindness, Daley,” I said against my will.

This time, the suicide was like a farce. I reflected on