~Norman~

My office door hits the stopper with a loud bang. I don’t even need to look up to know it’s her. The scent of her expensive perfume fills the room like a warning. Liliana slams the legal envelope onto my desk, her chest heaving with rage.

"A divorce decree, Norman? Again?" she shrieks. Her voice vibrates with that practiced anger I’ve heard too many times. "We haven’t even been remarried for two years, and you’re serving me papers at breakfast? Have you no shame?"

I keep ...