The moment I saw Vincent, I couldn't help but frown. Disgust twisted in my chest as I said coldly, “Since you're here, let’s talk about the divorce.”

His expression changed in an instant, like he'd just been punched in the gut. He shook his head and waved his hands frantically, his voice panicked. “No, Gabby, please—don’t talk about that. We can still fix this. I don’t want a divorce.”

His bloodshot eyes, the way he looked like he was on the edge of ...