“You told me our marriage was a transaction.

And in business, when an asset fails to perform, we liquidate it.”

I heard the coldness in my own voice and I did not soften it, though I noted it, the way you note a weather change.

There is a temptation, in a moment like that one, to become the thing your enemy accused you of — to let the ice go all the way down, to enjoy it.

Corvin had spent the morning telling me I was worthless; the simplest revenge was to prove I was worse than worthless, that I was ruthless, that I had never felt anything at all.

And I could have.