The Hundred-Point Divorce

n on Ethan's mahogany desk. M

d. He wasn't sup

y time Ethan hurt me, every po

nts, and I'd fi

discovery, his invasion of my p

window, his back to

asked, my voice

old. "Saw what? That notebook? Keep y

Amelia when h

eally looked at it. My pain, qu

need to t

cut me off. "I

a study. It was a sh

Ivy League days at Yale were a

gs, ones she'd made in co

g. Her favorite boo

e, and I was an intrud

then, a sharp

t up. "Mark?

Her restaurant? On fi

for an answer.

is keys, his mo

tation is tomorrow

Olivia isn't safe!" he yelled

ed it be

rtment, a final punctuation to his

The blatant disregar

rse and ran out

!" I told the driver, pointing

and swerved through

or Ol

he sky. Flames licked the trendy facad

t of his car, pushin

ance inside?" he sho

now yet. You nee

rush past the police line t

ivi

nother man grabbed his

t's too dangero

there!" Ethan struggled, h

u get hurt, it's over!" David, anot

damn merger if she's n

ot forming in my stomach. This was

contrast to the

ive points vanished from my me

vo

year at Columbia. My father, a renow

finance student, ch

ed. He said Dad's dying wish

he wanted t

ble. I'd believed him.

r later, at a drunken Wa

rk telling ano

ed. Married the pr

holding out fo

naire, moved to Monaco, remember

other women weren't focus

ted. My marri

e idea of him I'd

t then, a small, black M

the slow death

ng my birthday, then flying to Aspen because

the pouring rain to pick Olivia up from JFK a

llionaire and was back. Et

cherished – while "helping" Olivia set up a "charity auc

ew. The poi

e restaurant entrance shouted,

truggling against his

oot-streaked but walking, s

Mark and David, shovin

ivi

the burning facade above the doorw

ok out!" Et

ng her clear, taking the brunt

led to t

Olivia was screaming, hyst

. They're taking him to Mount Sinai. Ol

s expression awkward. "He was just.

ey all told. The lie I'

ded,

njured. Sav

y mind was full. O

ospital. Then I