Every single day I waited for you to come to me and tell the truth, to show me one flicker of ordinary decency.

And instead you walked her into the room where I was delivering our daughter, and you did it there, on purpose, because you wanted me too broken to fight.” I closed my eyes.

“Sign the unconditional divorce papers.

Or let it go to a judge, who will hand me everything regardless.”

“Adriana, please.” He sounded smaller than I had ever heard him.

“Do you really hate me this much?”