“You’re a woman too. Can’t you be more understanding?” Raymond said.
I had spent three days bedridden after my miscarriage, and he had not visited once. He even moved Victoria into our home and now wanted me to be understanding of this homewrecker who caused my miscarriage.
“Fine. Since it has come to this, let’s get divorced right now.”
Victoria’s eyes reddened as she pretended to be on the verge of tears. “Minnie, don’t be angry. I’ll leave right away. I have my pride too.”
I grabbed the vase from the table and smashed it violently on the floor. “Shut up! You two are disgusting!”
Raymond carefully cradled Victoria, checking to ensure the ceramic shards did not cut her.
Finding Victoria unharmed, he shouted furiously at me, “Have you lost your mind? Vicky’s pregnant! Fine! Let’s get divorced now! You’re just a country bumpkin. Let’s see what kind of life you’ll have after the divorce!”
Victoria covered her mouth and laughed softly in his arms, her eyes full of mockery.
The divorce proceedings went remarkably smoothly. We went in and out without complications.
I returned home to collect my already–packed belongings and the clothes piled in the living room. Meanwhile, Victoria stood at the door with her arms crossed and
a haughty posture. It was as if she were afraid I might take something else from the apartment.
