Elena's Point Of View

Graham stood, voice strained and commanding. “Enough! Elena…”

“No,” I interrupted, rising to my feet, facing him with fire in my veins. “And if you’re not okay with it, let’s get divorced.”

That stopped him cold.

“What?” His voice cracked. “I’m not divorcing you. You’re my wife.”

Lillian’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What?”

I crossed my arms. “Then make a choice, Graham. It’s either you accept it, or we divorce. Choose ...