By late morning, her stomach was growling. She summoned Terence again. "Has my husband come by?"
"No, ma'am. And that lunch box is still here, if you'd like it. I can heat it up."
"Throw it out."
She waved him away in annoyance.
Once he was gone, she snatched up her phone and dialed Wilfred's number.
The number you have dialed is not in service...
"Bastard! You're still blocking my calls?!"
Her patience finally snapped.
Blocking her number. Not even bothering to bring her lunch. What the hell was he playing at?
Did he actually mean to go through with the divorce?
The thought sent an unexpected flutter of panic through her chest.
She grabbed the office landline and tried again.
This time, it connected.
"Wilfred, just so you know, I've already eaten. Patrick made me the most wonderful lunch, so today you don't need to—"
His voice cut through, flat and cold. "Hildegarde. I'm at the Family Court. Get over here. Let's finish this."
She froze.
Was he serious?
He was actually at Family Court, waiting to finalize their divorce?
Where did he get the nerve?
Did he really think he could survive out there without her?