Chapter 3: Shards on the Ground
"You... You're divorcing me," Amelia repeated nonplussed, as though the words would make more sense coming out of her mouth than his. Her mind was whirling faster than the cup rides in the amusement park.
"Oh, come on, don't look so surprised." Caleb crossed his arms and smirked. "Did you honestly believe that I would stay with you for the rest of our lives?"
"Yes!" The word burst out of Amelia's lips like sparks off a hot coal. "That's what marriage means!"
The table burst out laughing as though she had told a good joke.
"Maybe that would be true if I actually met a woman worth marrying," Caleb said, leaning back against his chair as he peered up at her with disdain in his eyes.
"You're not hard either," one of the women tittered playfully. "Guess she can't do it for you."
Again, the crowd of Caleb's friends burst into roaring laughter. Amelia could feel her face burn brightly hot red― she wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow her whole. She would give anything to not be here right now, anything to wake up in her bed only to realize that this was all just a bad dream.
"Look at her," one of the men said. "She looks so shocked that she might just piss herself!"
"Ew, gross!"