I pulled out the divorce papers I'd already printed and held them out to him.
"All you have to do is sign. We go our separate ways. I stop bothering you, you get your peace and quiet."
A bitter smile tugged at my lips as I met his eyes.
"Otherwise, nights like tonight? They're going to keep happening."
"You're threatening me?"
Warren's gaze narrowed, cold and calculating.
He snatched the papers from my hand.
Then, slowly and deliberately, he tore them to shreds.
"Let me make something clear, Jade." His voice dropped to something low and venomous. "Don't even think about it."
"The day you married me, I told you—till death do us part. Widowhood, not divorce."
"You want to leave me and live some carefree little life on your own?" He laughed, the sound hollow. "Keep dreaming."
On his way out, he grabbed my bank card from the nightstand.
The door slammed shut.
I collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down my face before I could stop them.
I couldn't even remember anymore—what had I seen in him five years ago?
Yet five years ago, Warren Gilbert had been so different.
So good.
He'd stood in line for two hours in the dead of winter just to buy me those famous pan-fried buns from Old Town Market.