Eleanor looked up at him, eyes brimming with tears, the picture of wounded innocence.
"Damian, I remembered you said this was Hilda's mother's keepsake. I just wanted to give it back to her so she could have something to remember her mom by. But she accused me of stealing it and tried to beat me to death."
"She printed another set of divorce papers too. She said if I ever come near you again, she'll divorce you."
Her lower lip trembled. "Maybe I should just resign. That way she can't come after me anymore."
Damian's face twisted with rage. He shot to his feet and turned on me.
"Hilda, I've had it with you!"
"I let Ellie hold onto the bracelet for safekeeping. She was kind enough to bring it to you so you could remember your mother, and you repay her by slandering her?!"
"You really don't know what's good for you, do you? That's it. You can forget about your salary for the entire year!"
He ripped the divorce papers from my hands.
"What is this little act of yours? You keep waving these papers in my face, threatening me over and over, because you think I'd never actually sign them!"
"You want a divorce? Fine. You got one."
He scrawled his name across the signature line.