"What did you say? Divorce?!" Richard's face went pale as the word hit him. In two quick strides, he had me in his arms. "Why are you talking about divorce? I won't agree to it!"

He held me tighter, as if afraid I might slip away. "Sophia, Susan is my past - you're my wife, my present."

His lips brushed my hair as he whispered. "Sophia, please don't be angry anymore, okay?"

"I promise, I'll do my best to avoid her and not let her come between us. Let's go back to how we ...