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Veronica

I felt stronger, like the effects of the wine were wearing off. Maybe it was the water or the coffee, but I had a feeling it was the anger inside me burning away the alcohol more than anything else.

But then he said what he said.

"If you wanted me out of your life, you would have signed the annulment papers."

And I knew it was true. He was right. If I wanted him out, I would have signed and put all this behind me.

"I've changed my mind, anyway. You're not going anywhere, Veronica."

"Not until you have my signature, you mean? Did you bring a clean copy of the paperwork?"

"You're being stupid."

"No, I think the word is naive. You used that once too, didn't you? You had my number all along. I was the fool to fall for it, for your tortured soul act. Get out. I mean it."

"No."

"Get the fuck out."

He cocked his head to the side. "Fine. You want me out? Make me go."

I narrowed my eyes and went toward him. With both my hands on his hard chest, I shoved him backward.

Except he didn't