A Wife's Fight for Justice

he penthouse, I went straight to my office and pulled up a divorce agreeme

lt in years. I would take nothing. I just wanted out. My si

lope, and walked out of the apartme

as in the hallway. He was j

rise on his face. "I was just com

ck sending a jolt of revulsion through me. He led me to

ial. "My parents... they' re putting pressure on me. About us not havin

y mind trying to p

dy chosen a new bride for me. But it' s just for show, I swear. We' ll divorce, I' ll handl

I couldn't speak. He was still playing me. He act

as charming, yes, but underneath it all, he was ruthless and entitled. He

nce for distress. He moved cl

," he said, his voice a honeyed poison. "If I'm lying,

terly false, that a laugh bubble

est, "I'll get a vasectomy. We can adopt later, w

d was now promising to get a vasectomy to

t for me. A divorce was

choose?" I asked, my v

fraction of a sec

was all fall

et him see the tears welling in my eyes

ispered. "If that's

ith a flourish, my earlier angry signature now replaced with

or the bes

iumphant glint in his ey

endless visits to fertility doctors. The way his parents looked at me with disappointme

other woman's perfume. I found a hotel key card in his pocket. I wrote up a di

in a hotel room, pretending it was happening right then. They lured me there

blood, made me stumble backward. I fell, hitting my head on the pavement. Dallas had rushed out, not to help the per

, probably at that same mountain temple, for years. And I nev

nst my skin. "Don't worry," he murmured. "I have a surprise

ise was. The public h

, a cold smil

se for you too,

ened slightl

u'll like i

ent and smug. He had n