Then Nolan looked me up and down. “Zayden, you’re still so arrogant! Are you mad at me? How petty! Kendall and I have known each other for so many years. If something happened, would it be your turn to marry her?”
As he spoke, a group of people pulled Kendall over and sat her down.
There were only four seats. I was the only one left standing.
“Hey, we’ve been friends since childhood. We’re used to this. There’s no extra seat…” Nolan glanced around, then smiled at me.
“Why don’t you just go back? You won’t understand what we’re talking about anyway.”
He sat proudly in the middle, everyone’s focus, his face smug.
I sighed softly but stayed where I was.
Back when I truly loved Kendall, I tried hard to accept her friends and fit into her world.
But every gathering ended the same, Nolan leading the way, reminiscing about the past.
He mocked my background, talked about things I couldn’t respond to and left me alone. This time, he used the same tricks again.
Sensing the awkwardness, Madison stood up and offered me her seat.
“Zayden, you sit.”
Looking at Madison, I suddenly remembered.
She had asked Kendall more than once, “How could Zayden compare to Nolan? Why did you marry him?”
And what did Kendall say?
“I had a fight with Nolan back then and I acted on impulse. I regretted it a long time ago, but I also felt sorry for Zayden because he chased after me for so many years.”
Thinking of this, I sighed softly.
“Don’t bother. Let’s get a divorce. That’s enough space.”
In a marriage between two people, there was no room for a third.
Kendall looked at me in shock.
All these years of marriage, I had never embarrassed her in front of her friends.
Before, no matter how late she stayed out drinking, I would pick her up without complaint.
But now, I no longer wanted to put myself in such a humiliating position for her.
Madison and Brooklyn rushed over to ease the tension, but Nolan only sneered and took Kendall’s hand.
“Only the most useless men threaten divorce,” he said mockingly.
Kendall’s face turned dark with embarrassment. She glared at me.
“Zayden, have I been too good to you? Have I spoiled you? You’re just a son-in-law, living off me. Did you forget how you once begged me not to divorce you?”
I picked up my phone and left without a word. I would never beg her again.
When Nolan first returned to the US, Kendall and I argued many times over their overly close relationship.
Each time, Kendall would say, “If you can’t stand it, then divorce me!”
Back then, I was still drowning in false love. I always gave in, apologizing again and again, admitting my mistakes and begging for her forgiveness.
I had once knelt outside her door in the silence of the night, crying bitterly. But Kendall only used my tolerance and my love as excuses to trample on me.
This time, I refused to bow my head again.
I went home, packed my things and moved into the small house I had bought before we married.
I had bought it with my own savings. When Kendall found out about it, it led to a fight between us.
“Only a fool would buy an apartment. It’s so small and far away—it’s embarrassing. You should’ve used the money to buy a car instead. Then I could drive around with dignity.”
Later, my parents bought me a top-tier luxury car as part of the wedding gift and Kendall was finally satisfied.
I was grateful I hadn’t listened to her advice.
