"I gave you the title of Mrs. Sanchez. I put you in Bayshore Villa. I let you carry handbags that cost over ten thousand dollars apiece. The clothes on your back right now are couture that ordinary people couldn't afford in a lifetime. Haven't I been good enough to you?"
"You're thirty years old. You're not young anymore. Do you honestly expect me to still be in love with a woman whose looks are already fading?"
"I'm giving you the dignity of being my wife. I'm giving you a life of luxury. All I need is for you to turn a blind eye and make room for Beryl and the child. Is that really so impossible?"
I met his gaze. Every word came out steady and clear.
"No."
"Dennis, you erased everything we had with your own hands."
"I want a divorce."
Irritation and anger bled into his eyes. He looked at me for a long moment, then spoke, his voice flat.
"Divorce? Not a chance. Even if I don't love you anymore, you're still the most important person in my life. I will never divorce you."