It had been Monica who demanded the breakup first, and yet, when Leonard agreed without hesitation, she was the one who couldn't accept it.
Leonard repeated himself patiently, his voice calm, almost gentle. "I said, then let's break up."
Back then, he had been ready to register their marriage. She had refused.
Thinking about it now, perhaps that had been a blessing in disguise—no divorce proceedings, no property division to untangle.
Monica stared at him viciously, her chest heaving with fury.
"Leonard Kale, I'm giving you one last chance. Get down on your knees right now and apologize. If you kneel, I'll pretend you never said that."
Her chin tilted high, arrogance dripping from every word.
Leonard almost laughed.
Only now, fully awake, did he realize how utterly pathetic he must have been before—for Monica to speak such shameless nonsense with such brazen confidence.
"I don't need your forgiveness," he said evenly. "I said we're breaking up. I want you out of my life."
