"Oh, Hildegarde, you're too good to him!" Patrick made a show of examining his own wrist. "Getting him a gift even on a business trip. Honestly, that watch looks way nicer than mine. This Larum I'm wearing is so uncomfortable."
Irritation flickered across Hildegarde's face at Patrick's theatrics, though she masked it quickly. "Just take the gift and go upstairs," she said coldly. "What happened before—I'm willing to forget it."
"Patrick and I need to go out for a bit. We can talk when I get back tonight."
"No. You misunderstand."
Wilfred didn't pick up the cheap watch. He met her eyes. "I didn't come back to make up with you. I came to get my things. And also—"
He produced a document folder and a designer diamond engagement ring.
"Hildegarde, here's the divorce agreement I drafted. Since you won't go to Family Court, we'll do this by mutual consent."
"You—"
Her brows shot up.
She genuinely hadn't expected him to be this stubborn. She'd already backed down, and he was still pushing?
"Wilfred, do you actually think I'm afraid to divorce you?"
"Then divorce me."
"Sign it, we file at the courthouse, and it's official."
"You... Fine. Fine. You want a divorce? You've got one."