The one who wants to depend on someone else can do so.
When Ethan Grant brought a woman back home for the fourth time, I finally couldn't hold back and slapped that woman.
She was wearing a deep V-neck jacquard dress, with an impressive cleavage, pouting her hips, covering her face, and whining.
Ethan impatiently pushed her away and retorted to me, "Olivia Woods, didn't you say you wouldn't care what I do?"
I held my forehead, feeling a headache from anger.
Ethan and I had been in a cold war for a month. He accused me of being cold-hearted, indifferent, and lacking interest, and tried every which way to find a sense of presence in our practically dead marriage.
If it weren't for the hundred thousand dollars he deposits into my bank account every month, I would have slapped him too, and then signed the divorce papers without looking back!