My chest tightened. “What... what are you doing here?”
He stood up, pulling a stack of papers from his briefcase. A pen clipped to the top. He held it out to me.
“Sign it.”
I blinked. My fingers twitched. “What?”
His eyes were empty, void of anything remotely resembling guilt. “The divorce papers. Sign them now.”
I stared at the divorce papers in Jason’s hand, my whole body trembling.
“Sign it,” he repeated, his tone void of emotion, as if the past years we spent together meant nothing.
I took the papers—then tore them apart. Jason’s eyes darkened slightly, but instead of anger, he smirked. With calculated ease, he pulled out an ATM card and tossed it onto the coffee table.
“There’s a million dollars on that,” he said. “Your severance pay.”
My breath hitched. Severance pay? Like I was just some employee who had outlived her usefulness?
Like I had been nothing more than a burden he finally got rid of?
Fury boiled inside me. I slapped him. Hard.
The sharp crack of my palm against his cheek echoed through the room.
Jason barely flinched. He slowly turned his head back, touching his cheek with mild amusement.
"Feel better now?" he murmured.