Fine, I lied to you. Cassandra and I are together. But if you're angry, take it out on me. What does any of this have to do with her?
When we get back, you apologize to Cassandra, and we'll put this behind us.
The accusatory tone, the sheer audacity of his self-righteousness, made me laugh. Every word confirmed how far past reason he'd gone.
What standing did he have to champion Cassandra? What gave him the nerve to interrogate me?
Morris, I want a divorce.
The agreement's in the file I sent. Sign it and send the digital copy back.
I powered off my phone, grabbed my suitcase, and walked away without looking back.
From here on out, our paths would never cross again.
There would be no more Morris Matthews in my world.
