When Bruce came back, there was that faint trace of perfume on him again.

I closed my notebook and glanced up at him. He walked over with a smile, asking what I was doing.

Before he finished speaking, he spotted the divorce papers beside me.

He froze, anger rising in his face: "Why are you bringing this up again?"

"I told you, I won't divorce you."

The papers ended up torn and tossed in the trash.

I hadn't ...