Chapter 6

Adrian's hand froze in midair. "You… what did you just say?" He stared at me in disbelief, as if he hadn't heard me right.

"I said, let's get divorced."

I met his eyes, the face I had loved for more than ten years. In only a few seconds, his emotions cycled from shock, to embarrassment, to anger, to unease.

Finally, he spoke, his voice unsteady, "You're joking, right, Jules? How could you suddenly say something like that?"

His right hand clenched tight, feeling the sharp outline of the rings in his palm. The edges nearly dug into his skin.

"I remember everything now," I said evenly. "The whole last ten years. So there's no point dragging this out any further."

Adrian's breath caught. "No. I don't agree."

His face went rigid, his denial forceful, as if sheer will could change my mind.

This time, though, he wasn't facing the girl of twenty anymore. He was facing the woman of thirty, and his turbulence no longer mattered to me.

I shoved the divorce papers into his chest and said,