"I disgust you?" The moment it registered, William's face drained of all color.
"How dare you... How could you..."
My fingers clenched into fists so tight my knuckles ached. Then the strength left me, and my hands fell open.
"What happened in the office today. I recorded it."
The air went still. Under the crushing weight of William's stare, it felt like all the oxygen had been sucked from the room. I could barely breathe.
"What do you want?"
"I want a divorce."
"As you wish."
He picked up the two-page agreement from the coffee table and scrawled his name across it in one fluid stroke.
Then he stood, and flung both pages at my face.
"Resignation and divorce both require thirty days' notice. For the next month, you'll keep doing your job as a janitor, and you'll keep playing the dutiful Mrs. Sanchez."
It was a long time before I found my voice again. When I did, it came out raw. "Fine."
The next day, my tooth was worse.
The slightest contact between my upper and lower teeth sent a bolt of pain so severe my mind went blank.
Because of my unusual position at the company, the only person I could request leave from was William.
I pushed open his office door and found the room empty.