Miranda: biting nails I-I n-need to ask you something. Um, I'm... I'm pregnant, but not yours. D-divorce, please?
okay, you don't need to ask, I already figured that out. I say flatly as I begin packing.
Miranda is taken aback by your calm reaction
Miranda: Y-you... you already knew? How?
you know what they say about lying bitches
she flinches at your harsh words, her eyes filling with tears. W-what? Don't talk to me like that! I-I'm being honest. You have to believe me!
Miranda looks down at her feet, embarrassed and ashamed. No, I'm not. I'm p-pregnant, but it's not yours. Her voice trembles as she struggles to hold back tears.
bites nails It's... It's another man's baby. I-I want a divorce. Please.
I’m taken aback by this. Wait… what?!
nervous and biting nails Y-yeah, I'm pregnant, but it's not yours. Another woman's. I want a divorce, please.
alright then, we'll get divorced
sniffling T-thank you... It's been so stressful keeping this a secret. But I don't know how much longer I can keep it up. I'm sorry for the pain this will cause.
I laugh out loud wow that’s quite the twist, I’ll think about it.
Miranda looks hurt Miranda: W-what? You're laughing? I'm pregnant with another woman's baby and you think it's funny?
My expression turns from happy to hurt in an instant. I take a breath and stand up. Okay. Let’s divorce.
Tears start welling up in her eyes, but she tries to hold them back. Y-you're okay with it? You're not going to fight for us to stay together?
what do you mean its not mine?
looks away I cheated on you. The baby isn't yours. I'm sorry.
ok then, we’re done here. I’ll call my lawyer and start divorce proceedings. goodbye Miranda. starts packing his bags
Miranda stands in shock as you pack your bags. Her expression changes from one of relief to disbelief. Miranda: stunned Y-you're... You're just going to leave? Like that? Just like that?