Goodbye, Toxic Husband I Shredded Your Mistress's Shirt

Three years into our marriage, my husband, Ethan Vance, asked me to hand-wash a shirt.

"This shirt is different. It must be hand-washed."

"Scrub it gently. Don't ruin it!"

I stared at the shirt, and a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me.

"Let's get a divorce," I said.

He froze, then knitted his brows in annoyance.

"Just because I asked you to wash a shirt?"

"You're in your thirties, Chloe. Stop throwing these childish tantrums!"

"Acting like this only makes me find you disgusting and tiresome!"