My Wife's Neglect Ended Our Marriage

At our son’s first birthday banquet, my wife ordered a special dish—just for her assistant. Without hesitation, I messaged my lawyer friend to draft a divorce agreement. When Georgia saw the document, she laughed in disbelief, eyes burning with fury. “Out of a hundred dishes at the banquet, you fixated on the one I ordered for Reniel?” “Can you rein in your possessiveness for once?” “You can call it whatever you want,” I replied calmly. “Either way, I’m done with this marriage.”