Julian snatched the papers. He didn't even glance at them before tearing them apart and throwing the pieces in my face.
"Doris, I already told you—I don't like these games."
Eve draped herself across his chest and laughed mockingly.
"The old hag will try anything for a little cash, won't she?"
She bit Julian's ear right in front of me, her voice dripping with disdain.
"Julian, just give her some money. Think of it as tipping a beggar."
"A couple thousand at most—you spend more than that on tips anyway."
Julian's lips curled. His eyes were ice as he looked at me.
He pulled a stack of bills from the drawer and threw them at my face.
"You just want money, don't you? Drop the act."
"Take it and get lost. I don't want to see your disgusting face for the next few days."
Bills scattered across the floor. I didn't bend down to pick them up.
"Mr. Gilbert, I told you—I don't want money. I want a divorce."
The mockery in Julian's eyes deepened.
"Divorce? You're just a dog I bought. What makes you think you have the right to ask me for a divorce?"
He grabbed my collar and dragged me to the desk.
Ignoring my struggles, he forced me down onto its surface.