My phone rang within seconds.
I declined the call.
The ringing continued nonstop, and I finally answered after dozens of missed calls.
Shock and anger blared through the receiver. "Alice, what is this supposed to mean?"
"It means I want a divorce," I replied.
A long, heavy silence followed on his end of the line.
Then Samuel said, "Don't jump to conclusions or speak out of anger. Come out so we can talk this through face-to-face."
Busy replying to work messages from my supervisor, Amelia Blackwood, I answered distractedly. "There's nothing left to discuss. You've already brought her into our home. What else is there to say?"
"I've explained this countless times. Her building is under renovation, leaving her with nowhere to stay," he said.
"Could she not stay with her parents? Or b
