I wiped at the tear that had crept out of the corner of my eye and stood straighter.
My chin lifted, and I held my ground.
"Margaux, I wasn't raised to walk around town parading a side piece while I was still married," I said. "If he means that much to you, then sign the damn divorce papers. Or are you planning to keep playing the mistress for the rest of your life?"
She thought I was threatening her.
A cold laugh curled from her lips. "Divorce? You think you'd survive out there without me? Who the hell would want you?"
Then, she stepped in closer, her words coming fast, laced with pride and venom.
"Six years ago, my dad handed me off to you like some trade deal. For the rest of your life—dead or alive—you belong to me."
I let out a quiet yet bitter laugh.
"Margaux, I'm not some ghost leftover from the Davidsons," I said. "And I damn sure don't belong to the Haywood family either. Even if I drop dead, I'll only ever be my own ghost."
Seeing the shimmer of tears in my eyes, her tone softened for a moment.
"Alright, that's enough. Come home. I'll explain everything."
I shook my head.
"There's nothing left to explain," I said firmly. "I meant what I said. I really want the divorce."