Yvette’s Anger and Frustration

It had been months since Owen left without a word. At first, Yvette had been bewildered, wondering what could have compelled him to leave so suddenly. But as weeks turned into months, her confusion gave way to irritation, then to outright fury.

She paced back and forth in their empty house, her mind consumed by thoughts of Owen. His absence felt like a betrayal. How could he simply disappear like that? No explanation, no goodbye. Just silence.

"How could he just vanish?" Yvette muttered to herself, clenching her fists. "Did he really think I'd sit here waiting for him forever? What kind of man does that?"

Her mind raced, trying to piece together his intentions. Did he really expect her to just wait around? The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

"Is this his way of trying to get my attention again?" Yvette hissed, glaring at the empty room. "That idiot. I won't love a loser like him. If he thinks I'll chase him, he's dead wrong."

Her frustration boiled over as she thought about his demands for divorce. Why had he even brought that up? Did he truly believe she would just let him go so easily?

"I won't give him the satisfaction," Yvette said, her voice trembling with rage. "If he wants a divorce, he can fight for it. I'm not giving him what he wants so easily."

She clenched her jaw and tightened her grip on the ring that had once symbolized their vows. The ring that Owen had cut from his finger, severing their connection. A symbol of their broken promise.

"No," Yvette whispered, her eyes narrowing. "I won't let him win. If he thinks I'll forget, he's wrong. He'll come back, and when he does, I'll be waiting."

Her hands trembled, but it wasn't from fear. It was from the searing anger that burned within her.

She knew deep down that Owen's absence had only made her hate him more. And that hate would fuel her, whether he returned or not.

The Confrontation

The sun was starting to set, casting long shadows over the empty house. The door creaked open, and Owen stepped through, his white shirt stark against the muted grays of his pants and sports shoes. His presence was as calm and collected as ever, but Yvette's anger bubbled over as soon as she saw him.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Yvette's voice cracked, sharp and biting. She stormed toward him, fists clenched, her fury radiating off her. "You disappear for months, and now you waltz back in like nothing happened?"

Owen didn't flinch. His expression remained composed, almost detached, as if he were observing her from a distance.

"I came back," Owen said quietly.

Yvette's eyes narrowed. "Came back? What do you expect? Applause? What do you want from me, Owen? An explanation? An apology? I don't have time for this."

Owen reached into his pocket and pulled out three papers – the divorce agreements. Each one was carefully prepared, with different conditions outlined.

"These are the divorce agreements," Owen said, offering them to Yvette with a calm voice. "Each with terms that benefit you. I'm not asking for anything in return – no wealth, no assets, nothing."

Yvette's anger intensified as she grabbed the papers, ripping them to shreds before throwing them to the ground. "What is the meaning of this, Owen? In this world, men beg to marry me, and you begged more than anyone else! You practically worshipped the ground I walked on, and now this? What happened to you?"

Owen's gaze didn't waver. "How much do you love Randall?" His voice remained calm, steady, devoid of emotion. "You have everything you ever wanted – wealth, status, comfort. When he comes back, you'll be free to be with him. So why not sign the divorce papers and let go of me?"

Yvette stared at him, frustration boiling over. His expressionless face only made her more angry. "You can't just expect me to let go, Owen! You don't just walk back into my life and act like you're unaffected! You're asking for something impossible! I'll never let you go that easily!"

She grabbed his collar, her grip tight, her nails digging into the fabric. "Answer me, Owen! Why should I sign these? Why now? You gave me everything once, and now you're ready to give up? Why?"

Owen's eyes remained blank, but he answered. "Because I've already let go." His voice was so devoid of emotion it felt like a dagger. "You have everything you ever wanted. Randall will come back, and you'll have your life. What's left for me? There's nothing here for me."

Yvette's hands dropped, her breath hitching. In that moment, she noticed something – the absence of his ring finger. The place where his wedding ring had once been, now bare, cleanly cut from the root.

"You…" Yvette whispered, her voice trembling. "You cut it off?"

Owen didn't respond, didn't look at her. His eyes remained distant, lost in thoughts only he could see.

Yvette's breath hitched, her anger giving way to confusion and sadness. "Why did you do that, Owen?"

"I made my choice," he replied, his voice colder than she'd ever heard. "Now, it's your turn."

Yvette stared at him, unable to form a coherent thought. The man who had once begged to be hers was gone, replaced by someone colder, someone who had left his past behind and didn't ask for a thing in return.

The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken truths.