That cloying sweetness turned my stomach. I stepped back instinctively, and my palm connected with his face before I could think. I threw the divorce agreement at him.
"Roger."
"Adultery during marriage. Fraudulent transfer of marital assets. Every cent you spent on Judy." My voice was ice. "You have two choices."
I watched his expression freeze.
"Option one: sign, and we divorce with dignity."
Roger picked up the agreement, staring at me in disbelief.
"Option two: fight me in court." I held his stunned gaze. "Less dignified, but you'll still walk away with nothing."
Roger ripped the papers in half with a violent jerk. A cold laugh escaped him.
"Lorraine!"
"You're dreaming!"
"Walk away with nothing?"
"Who the hell do you think you are!"
He flung the shredded agreement into the air. Fragments drifted down like snow, scattering across the floor.
I watched his face darken to thunder as he closed in on me, every word bitten off.
"You want me to leave with nothing?"
"Not. A. Chance."
He opened his mouth to say more, but his phone exploded with notifications. Irritated, he glanced at the caller ID, jabbed the answer button, and bellowed into the receiver—
"What is it!"
Then—
I watched the color drain from Roger's face inch by inch until he was deathly pale, staring at me in disbelief.
