Dear Husband, I Want this Marriage no More
“If you leave here now, consider this marriage over!”
“Anna.” Davy gasped, his eyes searching mine, but I folded my arms, my resolve unwavering. “You don’t mean this. Look, I will only spend a day, and I will be back to you.”
“If you walk out that door, you might as well call a lawyer, because the next time you see me will be in court.” I repeated slowly, firmly, staring straight into his eyes so he knew I wasn’t bluffing. “It’s your choice.”
The air between us was thick, almost suffocating and I held my breath, waiting for him to choose.
But I should have known this was Davy. There was no hesitation in his eyes as he turned his back on me and walked away.
***
There was one thing Anna Sinclair hated more than the color yellow: her husband’s profession.
And there was one thing Davy Hale Walton loved more than his wife: that same profession.
But how will they coexist?