"I actually felt guilty about keeping this from you. Now I see I was right. If you'd known sooner, you probably would've attacked him ages ago!"
Frederick wrapped his arms around her shoulders, gazing up at her with wet, grateful eyes.
"Rosemary, you're so good to me. Always protecting me."
She softened instantly, reaching up to ruffle his hair with an indulgent smile.
"What else am I supposed to do? You're soft as a little rabbit. If I don't look out for you, the big bad wolf will eat you alive."
Something cold pierced through my chest.
Those words.
A younger Rosemary had said those exact words to me once. Back when I was the one who needed protecting.
She'd probably forgotten.
I drew a slow breath. Steadied myself.
Then I reached into my bag and pulled out the divorce agreement—the one she'd never finished signing.
"Rosemary." My voice came out flat. "Let's get divorced."
She let out a short, mocking laugh and scrawled her signature across the document without even glancing at it.
"Really, Roland? You couldn't make this stick last time, so you're trying again?" She shoved the papers back at me. "Fine. I'll sign. But I didn't cheat this time, so don't expect me to beg for forgiveness."