“I’m filing for divorce.”
She paused for just a second—but didn’t ask a single question. She just said that she'd got my back. She drove over and picked me up herself, bringing me to her apartment.
The moment I saw her, my eyes welled up. I tried to hold it back, but she just pulled me into a hug.
“You don’t have to say anything,” Jordan whispered. “I already know. I’ve seen it all.”
Then, the doorbell rang. It was Alric.
He’d found me and clearly hadn’t taken being hung up on very well. I could tell he was rattled.
He took one look at my red, puffy eyes and immediately moved to approach me.
But before he could take a step, Jordan struck his face hard. “You piece of shit.”
Alric was taken aback for a bit. He gritted his teeth and tried reach me.
Jordan grabbed his arm and raised her hand again but Alric caught her wrist mid.
"I’ve tolerated you for my wife’s sake,” he growled. “Don’t push it.”
Slap!
Jordan slapped Alric, now with the back of her hand. Before Alric could recover, she landed another slap with her other hand.
Alric snapped. He shoved her aside, then stormed up to me and grabbed my wrist.