“Once,” I snapped. “One time. In two years of marriage. I never asked for anything. I never touched your money. But the moment I do, I’m a gold digger? And dress? She didn’t want it. She wanted it because it was mine just like she wanted you because you’re mine!”
“She was just trying to protect me,” he repeated. “She thought you were taking advantage of me…and no! I’m not yours!”
“Ah, right. You’re not mine, but you get to call me yours? That’s unfair, then.”
He didn’t answer.
Bianca peeked out from behind him with wide, innocent eyes, but her smirk was already forming underneath.
That was it. I stepped back, breathing hard.
“Let’s make it fair then because I’m done,” I said. “I’m not doing this anymore. I’m not apologizing. I want a divorce, Troy Green.”
“No.”
Troy’s voice was firm, final. “I’m not signing anything, Thalia.”
I turned to face him, my expression carefully blank. Every muscle in my body screamed to lash out, but I swallowed it all down. I’d been doing that for so long now.