As he took his seat, I slid the documents across the table.
Lorenz glanced at the file, expression unreadable, then pushed it back. “Put it in my study. I’ll review it later.”
I froze. “You’re not even going to read them?” My voice shook with disbelief and frustration.
Lorenz sighed, pulling out his communicator. “Toni, can we not do this now? I just returned. I’m exhausted.”
“Do you even care?” I pressed, voice trembling. “Have you noticed anything? I stopped tending to your needs, stopped being the obedient mate you expect—and you barely registered my absence.”
“Look,” he said, waving carelessly, “throwing a fit doesn’t mean I jump to attention. Now, if you’re finished, let me eat in peace.”
I stared at him long and hard, the indifference in his eyes answering every unspoken question.
Finally, I stood, clutching the papers to my chest, strength blooming inside me.
“Very well, Lorenz,” I whispered, unable to meet his gaze. “I’ll leave them in your study. But this time, I am done waiting for you.”
I walked away, placing the divorce papers on his desk. My eyes fell on a messy stack of receipts and statements.