Send it to the grave?
Yes.
That was exactly where it went.
He removed his tailored coat with irritation and tossed it onto the sofa. The sharp scent of a woman’s perfume drifted through the room, sweet and unfamiliar, clinging to the fabric like an accusation.
I felt my chest tighten. Without a word, I walked to the drawer, took out my allergy pills, and swallowed them dry. The fragrance in the air was already making my throat itch.
He noticed and scoffed. “What are you trying to prove? Roxanne’s the one allergic to alcohol. Now you’re copying her? If she’s in the hospital covered in rashes, why aren’t you there apologizing?”
His voice rose as he continued, “Where is Sofia? Tell her to come out and apologize right now. Roxanne was generous enough not to blame her. She was miserable and still defended that child. You’ve spoiled Sofia beyond control. I’ll deal with her myself tonight.”
The word deal made something inside me snap.
I picked up the divorce papers and threw them in front of him.