In the days that followed, Mark clearly didn't take my words seriously. He probably thought it was just another one of my typical tantrums. After all, for the past three years, though I occasionally felt wronged, I always ended up sacrificing my own feelings for the 'bigger picture'. First, he tried to use the silent treatment to gloss things over. When I remained unmoved, he started to play the sympathy card. "Sweetheart, I know I messed up. I was wrong that day; I shouldn't have spoken to you like that." I was leaning against the headboard, scrolling through my phone, and didn't even lift my eyelids. "That bag, I'll get it back tomorrow and give it to you! No, right now!" He pulled out his phone, pretending to make a call. "No need," I said flatly. "I find things others have used… dirty. From now on, anything I want, I'll buy myself." He awkwardly lowered his phone and leaned in, trying to hug me. "Sweetheart, please don't be angry anymore. Can't we just go back to living our lives together? I promise, I'll never have any contact with Chloe outside of work again, I…" I threw back the covers, got out of bed, and avoided his touch. "Mr. Harrison, this is the master bedroom. You reek of someone else's perfume, and I'm allergic. Could you please sleep in the guest room until the divorce is finalized?" Mark's face finally darkened. "Sarah, do you have to be like this? Without me, how will you live? You've been out of the workforce for three years! Do you really think you're still that 'Ms. Stevens' with a six-figure salary from back then?" This was the man I had given my heart and soul to. In his eyes, I was already devalued, a parasite who needed to cling to him to survive. I let out a bitter laugh. Before I could speak, Mark's phone rang. He glanced at it, instinctively turned away to answer, his voice a deliberately softened tone. "Hello? Chloe? Don't cry… send me the address, I'm coming right over!" He hung up, then turned around, his eyes meeting my mocking gaze. For a moment, his expression froze. "Mr. Harrison, you're truly a busy man. Done comforting your wife, now off to comfort your secretary?" "Don't worry, soon, you won't have to work so hard." Mark flew into a rage. "Sarah! Don't push your luck! Divorce? Forget it! The company's on an upswing, and you pulling this now is deliberately trying to ruin me! I'm telling you, if we divorce, you won't get a single cent!" I walked to the door, a faint smile on my lips. "Really? Well then, let's see about that."