Roman stormed out of the study right after his decree, not giving Becky the chance to say anything. For several seconds she stood frozen, her eyes fixated on the divorce papers that lay on the desk, unable to convince herself to pick them up. Roman’s words echoed in her head. ‘Get the hell out of my house.’
This wasn’t happening, Becky kept repeating in her head, even though the reality was obviously the opposite. “It can’t be happening,” Becky said out loud to the empty room, desperately clinging to the hope that it was all a terrible mistake or a bad dream she could make up from any second. But the truth stared back at her, unyielding and undeniable. The divorce papers on the desk. Cole Pollen had managed to dismantle her marriage before it had a chance to flourish.
A shiver coursed th
