Christophers P.O.V

"What?"She asked again, putting down the apple that was in her hand to give me her attention.

I sighed." I think you heard me, Annabelle. I want a divorce." She broke out into fits of laughter, like a person that belonged in the mental institution.

I wouldn't be surprised if I found her in one a couple years in the future.

"You're joking, right?" She asked with a smile on her face.

I shook my head."No."

"You can't divorce me. I thought I made that clear when we got married."She chuckled softly.

She acts like we had a contract that bounded us forever for the rest of our...