This lazy woman is hanging on my neck, I’d kick her out, but I feel sorry, she’ll perish without me..

Enough… Time to think about myself. No more charity.

By the way, what are your plans for the evening? I thought. Let’s drive around the night city.

Get some fresh air, so to speak. I’ll just send this one home. And that’s it.

Free till morning. Olivia felt awkward for her husband. And of course, wild resentment overcame her.

What nonsense is he spouting? Did he drink himself senseless? Or is the saying true, what’s on a sober man’s mind is on a drunk man’s tongue?

She elbowed him and hissed. What are you saying? Stop embarrassing yourself.

I’m sitting right next to you and hear everything. Go know where! The drunk husband suddenly blurted out.

You better sit and eat. Everything is very tasty. Not like what you cook.

Some slop. Olivia blushed. Tears welled up in her eyes.

No, this is too much. Enough tolerating such rude treatment. Nicholas doesn’t love her and probably never did.

She was just convenient for him as a wife. But she’s had enough. The point of no return in their relationship has passed.

And why didn’t she notice earlier what her husband was like? Hypocritical, greedy, vile. How could she believe he’d change?

After all, in life’s tough moments, he didn’t support her but only humiliated and mocked. Olivia wiped her tears, stood from the table, and resolutely approached the emcee. She whispered something in the host’s ear.

He nodded and announced into the microphone. «And now, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the wife of our birthday boy. Olivia will now give a toast, and we’ll support her with thunderous applause.»

All guests started clapping. Even drunk Nicholas applauded and giggled stupidly. He must have thought his wife would sing his praises.

How surprised he was when he heard Olivia’s speech. «Today is my husband’s birthday. And not just a birthday, but a milestone.

We prepared for this holiday a long time. I, at least, definitely wanted this event to be the most memorable for him. But here’s what I realized…

He just doesn’t need it. Nicholas can’t appreciate love and devotion. So tomorrow, dear, I’m filing for divorce.

I’m tired of living under one roof with a braggart and liar. You can call me mercenary, but few can endure his small salary and inflated sense of self-importance. Well, what about the bonuses and resorts, you ask?

That’s blatant lying. Our dear Nicholas hasn’t gone further than the Chicago suburbs in the last five years for sure. He lives in some made-up world…