ght poured through the panoramic floo

the guest room. Her eyes were clear.

p, professional blazer, and pulled her l

walked out wearing a silk robe, aggressively

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Divorce Ag

d. A deep crease for

, and flipped through the first two pages. The corn

, his tone dripping with arrogant pity. "You think th

ing a mug of black coffee. She watched him l

," she said calmly. "I

cked onto Aurora's neat, firm signature

hed from his face, replaced by a dark, ugly scowl.

nto a vicious growl. "If you leave me, you won't eve

"You think the real world is easy? You've been a housew

phone, sitting on the bar count

ica. The background photo was a selfie of

en. A slow, razor-sharp sm

spike of panic. He quickly reache

p on the lock screen. It was impossible to miss: Baby, what tim

down. The ceramic clinked

id. Her tone was light, almost cheerful. "Hu

nrad's nerves like a live wire. He f

ent off the table, and gripped it with bot

ng sound, he ripped the th

re the document into dozens of jagged pie

er right at Aurora's feet. The pieces fluttere

his?" he spat, lifting his chin to look

ll. She didn't cry. She just let out a soft sigh, lik

pulled out another perfectly bound, identical copy of the

rough the air like a blade of ice. "You can take your