Chapter 40: I just want to move on
Nathaniel slammed his hand down on the desk, his voice rising in a furious growl. "Impossible. I won’t let her go."
Bree blinked, caught off guard by his sudden outburst. For a moment, she was silent, staring at him in disbelief. Then she scoffed, shaking her head. "Narcissist," she muttered. "I don’t get it—you wanted to end this marriage. She agreed. Isn’t that what you wanted? Why are you acting like some possessive husband now?"
His eyes darkened with rage. "You have no right to question me," he snapped. "I’m not stupid. You think showing me a few photos will change everything?" He shoved the phone toward her with contempt. "These could be fake. Why should I trust anything you say?"
Bree’s cheeks flushed with fury and humiliation. "You—"
He cut her off coldly. "You call yourself her friend? If you really cared, you would have told her what’s best instead of encouraging her to break her marriage. You are shielding her affairs, covering for her. With a friend like you, who needs enemies?"
Bree’s fists trembled at her sides, her whole body shaking with restrained rage. She wanted to punch him hard, just to knock some sense into his thick skull.
"Break her marriage?" she echoed with a bitter laugh. "Have you been listening to yourself? You never valued her. You treated her like nothing more than your child’s nanny. You were cold, distant, and absent. This marriage was already broken, and you were the one who wanted the divorce in the first place. Don’t act like the victim now."
"I changed my mind. Do you have a problem?" Nathaniel said flatly as he met Bree’s glare head-on.
"Changed your mind?" she snapped, lips curling in disbelief. "Is this some kind of joke to you?"
"You’ve wasted enough of my time," he growled, jabbing a finger toward the door. "Get out. Now."
Bree didn’t argue further. She let out an exhausted scoff, rolled her eyes, and muttered under her breath, "Asshole," before turning on her heel and slamming the door behind her.