Richard put down the last plate and took off his apron, his voice cold. "She's leaving after lunch."

"How heartless! You're really kicking me out?" Susan glared at him.

"Susan, enough! Stop causing problems for me." Richard's face was hard, clearly fed up.

"How petty," Susan muttered, then tried to pull me to the table.

It was like she'd completely forgotten how just yesterday she was crying and begging my husband for a divorce—doing ...