Nothing My Husband Bought Fit Me

"Sheila, you've gone too far! Jayden has already backed down so much, and you're still being so rude to him. Do you have any sense of how a wife should behave?" Lilian scolded.

Camille nodded along.

"Exactly. Jayden has given you his whole heart. How can you be so unappreciative and even say such hurtful things to wound him?"

Every gaze in the room converged on me.

Even those who weren't speaking pointed at me, one after another, eager to voice their disapproval.

My mother-in-law let out a cold snort.

"Sheila, listen carefully. Today, you must apologize to my son. Otherwise, this won't end here!"

I looked at her. "What if I don't?"

She slammed the table so hard it echoed through the room, her tone firm and unquestionable.

"If you don't apologize, then you two will get a divorce! Our family has no place for an ungrateful daughter-in-law like you!"

She believed that the moment she said the word *divorce*, I would panic—give in, soften, and obediently apologize to Jayden.

After all, Jayden was the kind of husband anyone would dream of.

The people around us began persuading me as well, telling me not to act on impulse, saying my mother-in-law was just angry in the moment. A husband like Jayden was rare—divorce would be such a waste.

My mother-in-law lifted her chin, utterly confident, as if certain I would bow my head.

But the next second, I said it clearly, without hesitation, "Fine. If you want a divorce, let's divorce."

The room fell silent in shock.

Jayden's expression changed instantly. He shot to his feet and grabbed my hand.

"Sheila, don't be impulsive. How can you say that?"

I wrenched my hand free, my gaze steady and unmoved.

"I'm not being impulsive. I truly want a divorce. Jayden, after these three years, I've had enough."

My mother-in-law stared at me, teeth clenched.

"Good. Since you're so ungrateful, I'll grant your wish! I'd like to see how well you live once you leave my son!"

As she spoke, she turned toward a young man sitting in the corner—her nephew, who worked at a law firm.

She waved him over.

"Johnny, print out a divorce agreement right now and have her sign it! My son is this good, and she wants a divorce? Then she leaves with nothing. The house, the car—everything belongs to Jayden. She won't take a single cent!"

Johnny Reese hesitated for a moment but still got up and left.

Before long, he returned, holding a freshly printed divorce agreement.

My mother-in-law threw it in front of me, her eyes filled with contempt and warning.

"Sheila, remember this. Once you sign, you'll have nothing to do with our family ever again. Don't even think about benefiting from us in the future!"

Jayden grabbed my hand, pleading desperately.

"Sheila, please don't divorce me, okay? Sheila, I just love you too much—I was only trying to think of you more."

I ignored him. Lowering my head, I signed my name on the agreement without hesitation.

Jayden opened his mouth to say something.

But this time, before he could speak, I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face. The sound rang out, sharp and clear.

Jayden was stunned. He held his cheek, staring at me in disbelief.

My mother-in-law exploded instantly.

But I didn't give her the chance to speak. I turned and rushed straight into the walk-in closet.

I yanked open the wardrobe doors. Inside hung all the designer clothes Jayden had given me over the years.

I grabbed armfuls of hangers. Silk dresses, couture coats, cashmere sweaters, winter overcoats—I gathered them all into my arms, rushed back into the living room, and hurled them onto the floor.

The clothes scattered everywhere, their logos bold, their fabrics luxurious—yet now they looked like nothing more than discarded trash.

Everyone froze, their eyes fixed on the pile.

The room fell completely silent, save for the soft rustle of fabric.

My mother-in-law stiffened, her face flushed with anger.

"Sheila, even now you're still making a scene. You've been so spoiled you don't even know your place anymore!"

I looked at her and let out a cold laugh.

"You say I'm making a scene? Fine. I'll show you what kind of 'scene' I'm really making."

As my words fell, under everyone's watchful eyes, I took off the oversized down jacket I was wearing.

In the next second, everyone sucked in a sharp breath.