Roger used to bring me flowers every single day. Five years straight, without fail.
Now.
I watched him walk in carrying a fresh bouquet, his expression perfectly calm as he met my gaze.
"Lori."
As if nothing had happened, he set the flowers on the entryway table and tossed the dead roses into the trash.
"We're husband and wife—one unit. Those women out there? They're just entertainment."
"You should understand that." He stepped closer. "Can we stop this nonsense?"
The perfume clinging to him wasn't mine.
That cloying sweetness turned my stomach. I stepped back instinctively, and my palm connected with his face before I could think. I threw the divorce agreement at him.
"Roger."
"Adultery during marriage. Fraudulent transfer of marital assets. Every cent you spent on Judy." My voice was ice. "You have two choices."
I watched his expression freeze.
"Option one: sign, and we divorce with dignity."
Roger picked up the agreement, staring at me in disbelief.
"Option two: fight me in court." I held his stunned gaze. "Less dignified, but you'll still walk away with nothing."
Roger ripped the papers in half with a violent jerk. A cold laugh escaped him.
"Lorraine!"
"You're dreaming!"