Lucille was directly annoyed by Flint’s self–righteous thoughts.
“Flint, I’ve already signed the divorce papers. I was at the civil affairs office, ready to finalize things with you. If you hadn’t bailed on me, we’d already be divorced. Do you think I’m pretending to be generous? And for whose benefit? Yours?”
Her gaze locked onto his dark, brooding eyes, and she smiled as she continued, “I spent a whole year by your side, and I couldn’t persuade you to change your decision. Do you think I can sway you by acting generous now? Or is it because you have so little faith in yourself?”
Flint was momentarily at a loss for words. Her question hit him squarely, leaving him unable to refute.
It was true. He had made up his mind to divorce her. Lucille could give up everything she owned, and it still wouldn’t change his decision.
So
is she serious about this divorce? She’s even more eager than me.
She’d been waiting at the civil affairs office first thing in the morning.
When he didn’t show up, she even followed up with him at the office.
A voice within Flint attempted to deny the notion for a brief minute, but he quickly crushed it.
“So, are you planning to divorce me and you want nothing from me?”
He didn’t notice the slight rasp that crept into his usually cold and firm voice.
All along, he had never believed that she married him without wanting something in return.
But now, she was giving back everything that rightfully belonged to her. This shook the certainty he had held onto for so long, leaving a small crack in the wall he’d built around his beliefs.
Chapter 10
