Pulling two documents from my bag, I handed them to him. “Alfie, I forgot to get your signature when I took leave for my prenatal checkup last time. Our company has a new policy—family members need to sign for reimbursement.”
His expression stiffened. “I’ve never heard of that before.”
I had never lied to him before, so he didn’t suspect a thing. Muttering under his breath, he grabbed a pen and signed his name in both places—the consent form for my surgery and the divorce papers.
As I took the documents back, he suddenly grabbed my hand. “Why are your hands so cold?”
For a brief moment, guilt flickered in his eyes.
Had he finally remembered that he left me outside in the freezing cold last night?
With a soft voice, he said, “I know tonight was hard on you. I promise it won’t happen again.”
I gave him a small nod, but my tone was indifferent as I replied, “It’s fine. Shirley is more important.”
Alfie’s brows knitted together, but before he could respond, I turned and walked away.
From behind me, I heard him call out.
“Clarissa, you’ve never been this passive-aggressive before. What’s going on with you lately?”