Succession

"I want a divorce," Chris announces during their anniversary dinner.

Nora continues to eat, deliberately ignoring his demand.

"Didn't you hear me?" He slams his fist against the table. "Nora. I can't keep doing this with you."

Nora chews faster to avoid answering. She almost chokes on a bite of food, quickly gulping down her glass of juice to wash it down.

Furious, Chris swipes his hand across the table, sending his wine glass flying across the room. Instantly drawing the eyes of everyone in the restaurant.

"This damn thing you do!" He runs his hands aggressively through his hair. "You think you're so perfect, huh? Taking the top spot in Fancy Magazine year after year. You think you earned that on your own? I fucking made you, Nora. Let's see how far you get without my money or my influence, you dumb bitch. And for what it's worth, I've been sleeping with your sister. How's that?"

For the first time all evening, Nora stops. She calmly sets down her fork, cracks her knuckles, and takes a slow sip of water. When she finally looks up at him, her eyes are completely empty.

"If you want a divorce, Chris, send the papers, I'll sign them. But please stop interrupting my dinner."

Nora always knew something was broken in her marriage. For five years, she played the devoted wife, pouring everything into a partner who never appreciated her. But when Chris celebrated their fifth anniversary by handing her a divorce and sneering, "Let's see how you make it without my money," something shifted.

Nora had intended to walk away quietly. Now, a dangerous smile appears on her lips. It was time to show Chris just how resilient she could truly be.