Chapter 4

But this time, Isaac's voice lost its usual careless teasing and gained a gritty, sandpaper edge.

"Take this junk with you, and I'll act like tonight never happened." He pointed at the damp agreement lying on the table.

I stared at him, as if he were someone I'd never known, a complete stranger.

"Isaac, are you deaf or something?" I planted my hands firmly on the table and leaned in, closing the distance to his icy, indifferent face. "I said, I want a divorce right now."

Isaac finally looked up at me.

He reached out and gripped my chin, his…