“I saw you, Jennie! I saw you.”
“You didn’t see shit, Lisa! I would never do that to you!”
“Are you calling me a liar?”
“I’m calling you blind! Or something! What the hell, Lisa?! I mean, really? You’re gonna ask me for a divorce over a blurry tabloid picture?! We’ve been married for ten god damn years!” Jennie slams her hand against their kitchen wall and begins to pace, anger and panic rippling off of her like a wild animal.
“Keep your voice down,” Lisa hisses, “you’ll wake Ella up.”
Jennie swipes the tabloid off the counter and chucks it across the room, needing some quieter form of venting. “This is ridiculous. You’re being ridiculous.”
“Just sign them, Jennie.” Lisa tries to force the manila envelope into her hands.
“Get that away from me.”
“Sign them. And then get out of my house.”
Jennie stops and stares, eyes just hard enough to hide the pain underneath. “I won’t.”
Lisa shoves folder against Jennie’s chest with enough force to knock Jennie back a few steps, and Jennie knows that’s her pain talking. Jennie knows that when her wife is in pain, when she’s barely holding it together, she gets hard and strong and vicious. She knows, because she knows her wife. Her best friend, her lover. She knows her better than anything.
“Don’t do this, Lisa. It’s only been a week. Why are you just now bringing it up?”
“I wanted to have the papers first.”
“Give me a change to fix to this.”
Lisa stares at her as if she might actually be deliberating. But then her head drops for a long time and when it finally rises, there are tears in her eyes.
“Every time I close my eyes, I see you kissing her, Jennie. Touching her. Fuck. Inside her,” Lisa cries.
“That never happened! None of that happened! Lisa, please—“
“Don’t touch me.” Lisa steps back and yanks her arm out of Jennie’s tentative grasp. “I know what I saw.”
“What you think you saw.”
“God dammit, Jennie, it’s right here!” Lisa grabs the tabloid off the floor and points to the front cover. “For the whole fucking world to see! I got a call from my mother asking me if I’d seen the news!”
“It’s not news! It’s junk! Since when have we ever paid attention to that shit?!”
“Since Joy was there! Since she saw it! Since she corroborated the whole thing!”
“Oh jesus fuck, come on! You can’t trust Joy! She’s in love with you! She’d say anything to break us up.”
“Yeah, and Seulgi? What about her? She was there too—“
“Seulgi hates me! You know that! She’d do anything to get back at me for mother!”
“Seulgi isn’t Like that. She can’t be punished for her mother’s mistakes. Besides, maybe she hates you because she doesn’t have any respect for lying, shitbag cheaters!”
“Wow.” Jennie takes a step back, nodding slowly like she’s trying to process. “Okay.”
“Jennie—“
“You’ve actually gone and lost your fucking mind.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re going to let…let people like them dictate our lives? Ten years of marriage, fifteen years together total? Seriously? You’re gonna throw that away because you saw a blurry picture of me in a dark as fuck bar supposedly kissing some girl? A picture where you can’t even tell it’s me? One that’s likely photoshopped? There’s like half a fucking face visible there!”
