What I Signed Wasn't a Divorce Agreement

He took the wedding ring I'd worn for three years off my finger with his own hands and slipped it onto another woman's. A woman who should have been ashes five years ago. Three hundred people raised their glasses. Not one of them looked at me. Matteo pushed the papers across the table. "Sign it, and you can still walk away with some dignity." I signed. So did he. Matteo never read what he signed. On the third day, all seventeen of the family's Swiss accounts were frozen at once. On the seventh, he was on his knees in a pool of blood, asking me if I'd known all along. When he kicked open my bedroom door, I was pouring myself a drink. "Vivienne, what the hell did you do?" "Matteo, in the last three years, how many times have you actually finished reading something I put in front of you?"

Oleh Stormborne Princess