Divorce Has Never Felt This Good

Rory looked at Becky. “Why?”

“If I fed a dog for three years, it would wiggle its tail at me. But what else have you done for me except for deceiving me and allowing your family to hurt me?” Becky scoffed contemptuously. “I’m not reconciled, but don’t forget that you owe me this!”

Becky reached out, grabbed the file from his hand, and threw it away in the distance. “So you want to give me money for the three years I’ve spent with you? You must be out of your mind, huh? Get out! Don’t make me say it again.”

The file bag fell to the floor with a thump, sounding just as loud as Becky’s voice in the otherwise silent corridor.

It was the first time that somebody dared to yell at Rory to get out. And it was Becky, of all people.

Rory was about to remark how ungrateful Becky was but stopped at the cold expression on her face. He stared into her eyes and was unsettled at how devoid they were of emotion.

Becky then turned around and went back into her house, slamming the door behind her as she did so.

Rory was left standing there in the corridor, staring at the door.

When she slammed the door in his face, his expression darkened, and he sent it one last glance before turning his back.

for a

car, he couldn’t stop thinking about Becky’s

he

think that just because she was Stevie’s daughter,

when she saw Becky throwing away Rory’s file, she felt a sense of satisfaction. To be honest, she wished that

of this, Becky suddenly turned around

a step back. She stood there, staring at Becky with a

she glanced at Jessie.

I learned a new move in yoga

to her nonsense. “Look, I’m in a

her. “How are you feeling?”

glass of water.

years and been married to him for three years.

stopped so easily no matter how much one

she wasn’t sad, but the anger in her