“That’s so fast, darling.” Her voice softened, like I was fifteen again, crying into her lap after Scott ignored me at prom. “What happened? Did you two fight? What about the divorce? Did he sign the papers?”
I laughed, a dry, empty sound. “No need for that. I was never married.”
Before she could say anything else, I hung up. I didn’t want to hear her pity or her scolding. I just wanted it to be done.
When I turned around, my blood froze in my veins. Scott stood at the door, his arms crossed, eyes dark and narrowed.
His shadow fell across the carpet like a stormcloud. “What the hell was that, Jasmine?”
My stomach twisted. Jasmine. He couldn’t even get my name right sometimes. “Who were you talking to? What do you mean you were never married? Huh?” He took a step forward, voice rising. “What’s this now? Are you being dramatic again? Is this because I didn’t agree to that stupid anniversary trip you kept begging about?”