My Biased Wife Ended Up With Nothing

Irene used to think that I only stayed up late at night waiting for her because I hadn't been working hard at the office and therefore wasn't able to sleep at night. So, she would coldly tell me to focus more on working hard instead.

But now that I was ignoring her at night, she was still as unhappy and unsatisfied as ever.

She was just so hard to please.

I rolled over, frowning as I pulled the covers over my head.

Still, she continued pounding on the door. Her voice softened as she said in a helpless manner, "I know that you're still mad at me, but I'm back now, aren't I?

"Excuse me, Mr. Sebastian Hart, but I'm really starving and ravenous. Why isn't there anything edible in the fridge?"

I ignored her again.

Her voice grew more and more frustrated as she began threatening me next.

"Sebastian! If you keep this up, I'm leaving now!"

I used to be the most afraid of Irene leaving. She also knew that it was my biggest weakness and often used it against me so that I would relent and immediately give in to her wishes, begging her not to least.

But all I wanted now was for her to shut up and stop disturbing me while I was trying to sleep.

I felt for the noise-cancelling earplugs in the bedside table drawer and fell back asleep once more.

…

I woke up very early the next morning, but my head was as clear as the day.

I heard some rustling sounds in the living room and went out cautiously before realizing that it was Irene.

She was ironing a shirt, her lips slightly pursed, with a serious look on her face.

I was confused. Why wasn't she at the hospital taking care of Cody?

She seemed to have sensed my eyes on her and looked up. Then, she walked over to me with the white shirt she'd just ironed and held it up to me before nodding in approval and saying, "It's pretty befitting. Makes you look a lot more alert than usual."

I looked at the clothing label and saw that it was from a luxury brand that she often bought her clothes from.

A second later, she turned around and shook the sleeves of the shirts, muttering, "Your physique is about the same as Cody's. If you look alright in it, I bet he looks even more stunning in it. I really do have a good eye for things after all.

"But why is it still so wrinkly after lying around for just a few days? I've been trying to get the creases out of it since forever. This won't do…"

Then, she suddenly turned around as if she'd just thought about something and beckoned toward me with her fingers.

"You. You often do the ironing in the house, don't you? Iron this shirt."

I sneered coldly in my heart.

I knew it. Irene couldn't possibly even be thinking of trying to win me back. She only had eyes for Cody and Cody alone, after all.

I shook my head, rejecting her.

She didn't seem surprised. She just pouted and said, "I knew you'd refuse to do it. What a petty loser. Whatever. Cody wouldn't mind as long as I gave it my best shot."

She then glanced at the watch on her wrist and exclaimed in shock.

"Shit! It's almost his breakfast time!"

Then, she hurriedly brought out a gift box and carefully folded the shirt before boxing it up nicely.

I had more important things to do than to argue with her.

I went back into my room and nudged the divorce agreement toward her.

"Sign this before you leave."

She didn't even glance at it as she continued carefully ruffling the ribbons on the gift box to make it look prettier. Her head was bowed as she casually said, "We'll talk about whatever documents it is another day. I'm busy. I need to go back to the hospital to take care of Cody."

I stopped her from leaving and handed the divorce agreement to her.

"It won't take a single minute of your time."

She frowned before finally taking a look at the document in my hands. Then, her eyes narrowed at once.

However, she seemed to think of something immediately, and a look of frustration crossed her face. She yelled at me instead.

"Sebastian! Did you think you could walk all over my head just because I was being nice to you last night?

"All I did was eat one single bite of Cody's cake, and you ended up being just a petty, jealous loser that you're even divorcing me over it?

"How could you still be so petty and immature even after so many years?"