Could this have been any more bitter? We made this marriage together, in love.
Now we’re sitting across the table from each other, lawyers at our sides like seconds at a duel.
I watch as you pick up the contracts, the contracts that both sides have worked on over several weeks, and deliberately tear them down the centre. Copy by copy, page by page.
‘I want to try again.’, you say.
It is the most evil thing you have ever done.