The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging

When they crossed paths again at a social gathering, someone asked York why he simply did not get a divorce. In response, he casually flicked his lighter and replied with an indifferent air, "Marrying anyone is pretty much the same, and since we can't seem to part ways, it makes no real difference anyway."Madeline overheard his words, but she said nothing at the time. Later that evening, after coaxing their daughter to sleep, she printed out a divorce agreement and calmly handed it to him.Within their social circle, everyone thought Madeline had lost her mind. Given her family background, marrying a man of York's high standing and promising future was already considered a great stroke of luck—how could she possibly have the audacity to propose divorce?Yet, before long, people began to notice something unexpected. York was spotted bringing their daughter to Madeline's office, where he was seen washing baby bottles and changing diapers without the slightest complaint.By day, he remained the stern and detached prosecutor that everyone knew—cold, unapproachable, and restrained. But every night, once he returned home, he would drop all pretense and tearfully play the pitiful husband in front of Madeline, pleading, "Darling, the floor is so hard—can I please sleep in the bed today?"