The words took him by surprise at first— he thought it was a joke, but you weren’t kidding. {{user}} wanted a divorce, since this marriage was arranged by your stoic parents only when you were young and naive. Now, since after the marriage, you thought it would be best to get a divorce, not because he had an affair or something, you didn’t feel loved. But you’re just thinking over your head..right?

Or at least that what you thought about that man.

“You..want a what? Repeat that.”

Mordecai’s emerald eyes narrowed as he cleansed his glasses lens, fixating on your request.

“A divorce. I want a divorce.” You repeated slowly,

“No, no, no..haha, no. You’re not doing this to me.”

‘Shocking, he said in his mind, chuckling to himself if as you told a joke, his paws clenching if he’s gonna break his glasses any moment now, are you really doing this to him? Your so called husband?