I walked to the dining table and poured myself a cup of black coffee. Every movement was unhurried, composed.
"Maxwell, I want a divorce."
The spoon in his hand stilled for a fraction of a second. Then he let out a derisive scoff.
"What game are you playing now, Amy?"
"Every time we fight, you throw around the word 'divorce' like it's supposed to scare me. You really think that still works?"
I took a slow sip of the coffee. The bitterness spread across my tongue.
"This isn't a threat. The attorney's letter will be delivered to your office this afternoon."
"Every asset under my name stays with me. You won't see a single cent."
"And I'm taking full custody of Lily."
Maxwell slammed the bowl onto the table. Bird's nest soup splattered everywhere.
"In your dreams."
"If you dare bring up divorce right now, I will destroy your reputation."
"Antonia's bone marrow donation? You're doing it whether you want to or not."
Antonia sat off to the side, dabbing at crocodile tears.
"It's all my fault, Amy. I'll just go. Please don't fight because of me."
She spoke while making a show of pushing herself up from the wheelchair. Her legs buckled, and she crumpled to the floor.