"So Yvonne's silence is a confession, right? They kissed in the street. Only couples do that." I tossed my phone down. "No need," I said. "Jared can be your husband instead."
Yvonne frowned. "Cole, haven't you had enough? I've told you, my marriage to you isn't affected!"
"I don't want to be your husband anymore," I drawled, stalking toward her, a smirk playing on my lips. "I'm willingly giving up this position! Divorce me, be single again. The public won't know I was your first husband. You'll be free with Jared. I'm giving you what you've wanted for years. Thank me later," I added, raising an eyebrow, the smirk turning malicious. This was my only way to hide my feelings and show I could leave.
Her anger finally exploded. "Cole, if you keep this up, there's no turning back! I still have patience, but stop this act. Pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, you'll regret this divorce."
"Haven't we already reached that point?" I said solemnly. "Do I look like I'll regret it? I want a divorce!"
Yvonne's face burned. She glared, then slammed the bedroom door. I stood there a moment, then showered and went to bed. Five years of marriage. Sad, but resolute. It had been a mistake.
I checked my phone. The trending articles were gone. Yvonne's swift action stunned me, but also disappointed. She'd paid to remove the news, but didn't deny the "family" rumor. Didn't that confirm Jared as her husband? The internet might forget, but the memory lingered. A clarification would have been better, but she was reluctant. I smiled wryly. The bitterness was there, but it didn't matter anymore. We were getting a divorce.
Taking down the articles only boosted Jared's popularity. He was Yvonne's first love, a teenage romance almost ending in marriage. He'd gotten a Hollywood opportunity, asked her to wait. But Yvonne, arrogant and ambitious, wouldn't wait five years. A huge fight erupted. She threatened to break up with him and go through with her arranged marriage—to me.
Men always prioritized themselves. Career over women, most did. Jared chose his career. He broke up with Yvonne. She and I married quickly. And here we were.