"You really don't know what's good for you, do you? I've decided. You can forget about your salary for the entire year!"
She snatched the divorce agreement from my hands.
"What is this act you're putting on? You keep shoving these divorce papers in my face to threaten me. You're just banking on the fact that I won't sign!"
"You want a divorce? Fine. You've got one!"
She snatched the divorce papers out of my hands and scrawled her signature across them.
Then she hurled the document at my chest.
"Don't forget, Lowell. You work at my company. Without the title of 'my husband,' you're nothing. Less than nothing."
Her voice dropped to ice. "And another thing. You just hit Gabriel. I want you on your knees, groveling for his forgiveness. Otherwise, you're not walking out that door."
I didn't respond. Didn't even look at her. I just bent down, picked up the divorce agreement, and checked her signature.
From this moment forward, Eve Pruitt and I had nothing to do with each other.
And since that was settled, it was time to settle some other debts.
I tucked the papers away, looked at the two of them, and let a faint smile cross my face.