Divorced With His Heir In My Belly
"I’m staying, Tyler. And if you try to go back to her, I’ll make sure the press hears a version of your 'divorce' that makes tonight look like a bedtime story. You wanted a woman with fire? Well, you’ve got one. Try not to get burned."
She swept out of the room, leaving me alone with the ghost of the woman I’d thrown away. I looked at the empty glass and realized, with a terrifying clarity, that I had traded a diamond for a handful of broken glass.