Divorce, Design, and True Freedom

ugh the tension in the room. "I want half of everything we own, as stipulated in the prenup

amused condescension fell away,

a low command. He wasn't speakin

oe-eyed act faltering for

s and scurrying out of the room without another word. He waited until he heard t

und the room, circli

his voice dangerously soft. "The real reason we' re here?

burning with a resentment I had seen

bout Ava,

and beautiful, who had worked for him five years ago. He had been infatua

ient anger. "She was going to be my protégée. She was spec

uncomfortable, that he was crossing lines. She wanted to leave, but she was afraid of his reaction. I had helped her. I' d given her money for a new star

itted the ultimate sin. I h

leave, David,"

gainst me. You took her from me. And yo

ty. It was all a punishment. He was recreating the dynamic over and over, surrounding himself with girls

a perceived slight. I had carried the guilt of it, believing I had don

admission tasting like ash in

flicker of triumph in his eyes

ce gaining strength. "The debt is settle

in. He reached out, trying to touch my face, t

ured. "I still love you. You know I do

ng in the air. He was saving hi

for a reaction. "She' s carrying my child. Our child