Without a word, I slid the papers across the glass. The title on the first page was impossible to miss. Petition for Dissolution of Marriage.

The anger on his face didn’t disappear. It was replaced by something stronger. Fear. “You’re divorcing me because of one shopping trip?”

“No,” I answered evenly. “I’m divorcing you because today finally forced me to accept what I’ve been ignoring for far too long.”

He looked to Rita. She seemed just as stunned. Before either could interrupt, I continued. “You expected me to postpone a medically necessary appointment because your mother wanted to go shopping.

You saw I was in pain, and neither of you cared. You expected me to drive you, wait for you, and spend over thirty thousand dollars on luxury items you didn’t need.”

“That isn’t what happened,” Gordon argued.