The Scent of Independence
Language: en
Carter has always been a quiet, aloof man. He rarely speaks. In our five years of marriage, the total number of words he’s spoken to me every day wouldn't even add up to five sentences. Until today, when I saw a video. In the video, Carter was holding a new intern, gently wiping away her tears. "Stop crying. Since you're pregnant, we'll keep the baby. How could I ever bear to make you get an abortion?" "Still crying? How about I tell you a joke? Be a good girl." His familiar voice continuously played from my phone. I closed the app. I called my lawyer: "Draft a divorce agreement for…