The Night I Let Go novel Chapter 5

Zachary nodded and hummed in reply. "You said that as long as I apologized, you'd go along with whatever I asked. So, I need you to sign the papers and come with me to the courthouse next Monday to file for divorce."

Wendy's face went pale at his words. She instinctively took a few steps back as if she couldn't believe Zachary was serious about divorcing her.

The air in the office felt heavy and stifling. After a moment of silence, Wendy looked at Zachary with tears in her eyes.

"Can you tell me why you want a divorce?"

"Because I don't love you anymore," Zachary said, his voice steady as if he was stating a fact. "If there's no love, why should we stay together?"

Wendy let out a bitter laugh, her fists clenching tightly together and her eyes blazing with anger as she glared at Zachary.

With an icy tone, she asked, "Zachary, have you forgotten? You were the one who chased after me and proposed. We've been married for five years, and now you're saying you don't love me anymore?

"What do I even mean to you, Zachary? What did those five years mean to you? Is this really how you think I deserve to be treated after everything we've been through?"

Wendy clenched her jaw, her eyes brimming with anger and pain.

However, Zachary simply looked at her and gave a slight smile. "I've never wronged you in these five years. Just yesterday, I still loved you and saw you as my wife.

"But, Wendy, what do I mean to you? Do you even care about the five years we've been together?"

He pointed at Ethan, sneering. "Tell me. Who's this guy? What's going on between you two?"

Wendy's eyes darted around, looking uneasy. "H-He's just the head of our business department. We're just colleagues, that's it!"

"So you're saying there's nothing but work between you two?" Zachary's smile dripped with sarcasm.

Wendy was about to nod when he added, "Yet because of this 'work thing', you've bailed on me four times this month. Even yesterday, on our fifth anniversary, you picked him over me.

"The first time, he had a problem with a client, and as the general manager, you went along to sort it out. I get that. But the second time? He went through a breakup and needed you, his higher-up, to cheer him up.

"And then the third time, he lost in truth or dare, and you, the general manager, actually helped him out. You even shared a drink with him. Do I really need to spell out what that means?

"And the fourth time, just yesterday, I invited all our friends like you asked, but you didn't even show up because he was sick."

Zachary felt a sudden ache in his chest. He clutched it, his face revealing just how hurt he was. "Wendy, seriously, what's your role in all this? Are you some kind of emotional expert, or his best buddy?"

Fed up and unable to hold back, he snapped, "He gets sick, and you rush to take care of him. Are you a doctor or something?

"Every single time you're feeling unwell, I'm the one looking after you, but have you ever bothered to check on me when I'm sick?

"You ditch your husband and friends just to help out some colleague! Wendy, do you think you're being smart, or do you take me for an absolute fool?"

Wendy pursed her lips, her eyes swirling with emotions as Zachary bombarded her with questions. "I can… explain everything!"

"Forget it. I don't care about your excuses. I want nothing to do with a woman who cheats emotionally. That's filthy to me!"

Wendy froze, shocked that Zachary had just called her "filthy".

Zachary stood his ground. He crouched down, picked up the divorce agreement from the floor, and handed it to her. "Just sign it and wrap this up without any drama. There's no reason to embarrass ourselves."

"Zachary, do you really have to take it this far?" Wendy could feel her temper rising as she saw how determined he was to get a divorce. It hurt her deeply when he called her filthy.

Zachary's face stayed icy. "You're the one who said that, as long as I apologized, you'd agree to anything. And of course, firing him isn't part of the deal."

Wendy gritted her teeth and glared at him. "Zachary, you better think this through. If we get divorced, you won't see a cent from me!"