They said he was a bloodthirsty, ruthless man, a disastrous match for his wife. She was forced to marry him and went in prepared to face death, never expecting him to toy with her as if she were putty in his hands.
Unable to take it any longer, she marched up to him and glared. “I want a divorce.”
“Why?”
“You toyed with me! You lied to me! You insulted my intelligence!”
“I’ll concede the first two, I suppose. But the last one, dear, do you even have any intelligence?” he asked innocently.
“Get lost!”
