He raised his hand, unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, finally able to breathe a little like the pressure just eased a bit.
Meanwhile, I froze, just blanked out for a second, then shot up to my feet. "Ronald! What the hell are you doing tearing up the divorce papers? Don’t tell me you’re backing out now?"
He finally looked up, his dark eyes full of suppressed anger. His voice was cold, like ice.
"Yeah."
My blood rushed straight to my head. I bent over, grabbed his collar, practically shaking with rage.
"Why?! Didn’t you say once the deal was done, we’d get divorced when we got back?"
Ronald just let me clutch at him, his eyes narrowing, voice still as cold as ever.
"Well, that was the plan. But the deal fell through. So no divorce."
"Oh, come on! That’s not my d
