Ethan Lowder
Every wedding anniversary, Jason Grant would bring home a woman from outside, claiming that he wants me to "train" her.
At our tenth anniversary dinner, he actually brought back a KTV hostess dressed in a bunny girl costume.
The hostess seemed out of place at what was supposed to be a solemn dinner.
"She doesn't have a suitable dress for tonight's banquet," Jason Grant said in a matter-of-fact tone, "so lend her the dress you wore at our wedding, and add the set of jewelry I previously gifted you. She's young and doesn't understand many things. Ethan, I hope you can guide her more, especially—um, especially regarding certain night matters."
Everyone's gaze focused on me, as if waiting for a good show to unfold.
I clearly and firmly declared: "Jason Grant, let's get a divorce."
Jason Grant was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter, "Ethan Lowder, haven't you worn out that line already?"
"How about this, if you truly divorce me, I'll directly give you one hundred million as compensation, okay?"
The crowd started a flurry of discussions, their words revolving around how I'm supposedly greedy for vanity.
However, this time, I am truly determined to end it all.