I froze. “Mom, don’t give in! You’re the victim now. Act desperate and make him think you’ve given up!”
I kicked the suitcase of gold bars deep under the bed, then messed up my hair and sat on the edge. I forced myself to calm down and tears immediately welled up.
When Scott pushed the door open, he saw me looking “heartbroken.” Disgust flashed in his eyes. “Still not dead? I thought you had some backbone.”
He loosened his tie, clearly impatient. “Since you’re not dead, sign the papers.” He tossed a divorce agreement at me. “If you leave with nothing, I’ll pay for the abortion. After all, no one wants a woman with a child when remarrying.”
Abort it? Even animals weren’t that cruel.
How could he say that?
Hatred surged in my heart, but I knew now wasn’t the time to explode.
I slowly lifted my head, my eyes hollow. Following my son’s advice, I put on the act of a woman completely broken by grief.
“Scott, after seven years of marriage, are you really going to be this cruel?” My voice was hoarse and trembling.