This time I'm sure. I'm not crazy. I was sure I wasn't crazy this time. I've been watching Victor the whole time. His lips didn't move a bit. I was hearing his thoughts.
He was pulling a long face and tidying up his suit. If I hadn’t known, I would have thought he was impatient.
But after hearing his thoughts, coupled with this gesture, I assumed that he was feeling proud of himself.
I balled up my fists, suppress the tears in my eyes and whispered, “Victor, I...”
Victor walked to me fast-paced, a nervous look clear on his face. It last for a second before he spoke with the same cold look he used to give me.
“Anne Haley, don't tell me you don't want a divorce?”
The voice in his mind resume. "Tell me you don't want a divorce. One word from you and I’ll call all of this off. I just need you to say it. Say it!”
He sounded like a demanding angry cat in the last two words and I almost burst out laughing.
Victor always had a serious face and always spoke in a cold tone. Who would have thought that he was so lively inside? But I wasn't entirely sure of my guess so I pull out a test.
"What about the property share? Don't you think we have to..."