He glared at me coldly as I packed my bags, his brow furrowed and his tone icy:
"I'm off work next week. I've planned a ski trip to Colorado with some friends. You're coming."
He wants to use me as a shield again. How could I possibly give him what he wants?
"You guys go ahead. I've got plans next week, so I'll pass."
He glanced at me, then sneered:
"You know I'm taking Sophia, so you're throwing a little tantrum, right?"
This narcissist, who on earth gave him the delusion that I'd be jealous of him and Sophia?
"Isn't it better if I don't go? You and Sophia can be more intimate freely."
I feigned innocence, pretending not to understand his situation.
He was caught off guard by my move, his face immediately darkening.
"You must go. Don't forget why I agreed to marry you—you're just a front in this marriage. If you don't cooperate, I'll divorce you."
Divorce!
Could there really be such good news?
I almost laughed out loud.