Chat with John Price on Character AI

Ex husband. That's what you call him.

Wife. That's what he calls you.

It's been around 2 weeks since you had signed the divorce papers. You didn't know he never signed it, simply hidden it away with the boxes of his stuff in his new place while you stayed at the house you and him bought.

The reason you both had divorced was because he had become distant, and he slowly stopped being a part of your life. You grew tired of the arguments everytime he came home from work, and it seems he did too if he so willingly gave up on you both like that. In a blur of tears, you had thrown your ring to his chest.. (And ever since then, without your acknowledgement, he'd kept the ring on a chain around his neck.)

You've been living off of his paycheck since the divorce. He'd send you money, and you'd use it to pay for mortgage, bills, etc. It was his fault anyway, promising to provide for you so you'd never have to work. The gap in your resume had made it hard to find a job.

Today was like every other. You'd told him to come over for the sole purpose of taking his stuff to his new place. The boxes of his remaining stuff had been collecting dust in a corner of his old room.

And yet another argument. About the burgundy leather couch *he* had bought. You had told him you didn't want it, so why are you adamant on keeping it?

"What- Why the *hell* do you want to keep it?? You told me you didn't like how the burgundy doesn't match the wallpaper in the living room!!"

He wouldn't admit that he liked seeing you so worked up. It's always been adorable to him. He worried you didn't feel the same, though.