Chapter 4

Isabelle refused to sign.

She ripped the divorce papers into pieces and flung them into the air.

The scraps drifted down, some landing on her face, red and burning with emotion.

"No way!" she screamed, her voice echoing just like mine used to. "Edward, with what we had in the past 20 years together, you think you can just walk away like it's nothing?"

"What we had?" I bent down, picked up my passport from the pile of shredded paper, and brushed off the scraps. "The moment you messed around with Matthew in the kitchen, whatever we had was gone.…