Lilth POV
I'm sitting in my kitchen after I get home from the courthouse. I can't believe Harry said those things to me. He has always been a good husband, doing what I told him to do. Now he thinks he can just cast me aside like I mean nothing. I'm his wife for god's sake. I'm trying to do what's best for our family and they have made me out to be the bad guy. A knock sounds on the door and I open it to a boy with a pizza box. "I have a delivery for you ma'am." "I didn't order a pizza." "Are you sure" he says before he pulls an envelope out of his pocket, handing it to me. I take it from his hand. "What the hell is this?" "Lilth Ascot you have been served on behalf of Harold Ascot" he says and runs off my porch.
What the f**k? I open the envelope and it's a petition for divorce
