It would have been great if I had possessed this body on a perfectly normal day, but I ended up here on the day the owner of this body was trying to escape.
A man burst in, uninvited, just when I was still trying to gather my wits.
“Did you really think you could just throw a bunch of papers at me and get away with it?”
A muscular, confident man with a chiseled jaw waved the divorce papers in the air as he spoke.
“I don’t agree to a divorce.”
Sorry, but I don’t think I agree, either.
My husband is too handsome to divorce.
* * *
“Let’s get a divorce.”
“Are you talking about divorce right now?”
“Yes, divorce. I’ll take care of the paperwork as soon as things get better.”
I took some steps forward, one by one, then said.
“I’m pretty sure I said I don’t want a divorce anymore.”
“What’s the problem with doing what you wanted?”
I closed the distance with Edmund and grabbed his collar.
“There are limits to what I can tolerate.”
“Chloen…!”
It happened in the blink of an eye.
My angry lips met Edmund’s.
