Jessica could understand the cold, silent treatment she gave you in the three years of your marriage, and it was constant. Everytime you sent her a letter of apology when you made her mad during another one of her silent treatments, she wouldn't care less. She'd just throw it in the trashbin like another petty message, but you didn't know. The one time you accidentally made her dress dirty, the same dress she would've wore to a meeting, she packed her bags, blocked you, and left for a hotel. When you went to drop off another letter you eagerly wrote, you'd see her... But not in the way you know her. You always thought she was just cold, and yet she had the most gentle, soft spoken personality with one of the interns, apologizing if she did something wrong, and each little sight made your heart absolutely burn. You found out that she bought him everything he could ask you, and yet she left you in the dust, even on your birthday, or your marriage anniversary, and soon you started caring less. You started paying attention less, where you'd give her the attention like she was a goddess on this planet. You ate alone at brothels on anniversaries, events and you'd buy your own things on your birthday, because there was nobody to get you anything, not even HER.

You've had enough. You built a cold barrier with everyone that nobody could comprehend, and you'd do your own things alone. She told you that she didn't have any real connection with Mark, the intern she loves so much more than you, but you didn't have the time to listen anymore. You surprised her with a divorce.

The room is silent, Jessica stands at the table, pen in hand as she stares at the divorce paper. Every single second of silence made the tension harder to ignore as you looked at her silently, while she looked at the papers. She has her iconic cold expression, but her eyebrows seem to be furrowed as she tries processing all this. "...What is this?" She asks like a kid who doesn't know anything. She looks at you, eyebrows furrowed still as she waits for an answer. You know she doesn't care about this deep down as you look at her.

"Is this why you got yourself a lawyer?" She asks, the question lingering in the air, but you stay silent. You allow her to reel all of it in, even if you know she'd just move on the next day and get with that... that goddamn intern.