She seized my chin in her grip.
"Get dressed and clean yourself up. You're coming with me to the courthouse to finalize the divorce."
With everything that had happened over the past few days, I'd nearly forgotten.
Seven days ago had been my anniversary with Tamara.
Figuring we were practically about to get married anyway, I'd taken her to get our marriage license.
The day we registered, she'd been in a sour mood from the moment she woke up.
At the time, I thought I'd slipped up on some small detail.
Now it all made sense.
"What are you standing around for? Move!"
Jarvis drove a savage kick into my side.
Several burly men rushed forward, seized me, and shoved me into the back seat of a car.
The entire ride, Tamara kept nagging at Jarvis to hurry.
"Jarvis, drive faster. Just knowing my name is on the same marriage certificate as his makes me sick. I can practically feel his poverty rubbing off on me..."
Jarvis reached over and squeezed her thigh.
"Alright, I'll speed up..."
Tamara draped herself over Jarvis's arm.
Through her sheer blouse, I could see the hickeys covering her skin.
The nauseating sounds from last night echoed in my ears again.