Karen's hands shook as she raised her head to meet Kris's cold eyes. "I don't... I don't understand. What is this?"
His nostrils flared impatiently. "I don't remember you being illiterate."
"Divorce? Kris, you can't divorce me," she protested.
"Do you still doubt something even when you have evidence in your hand? Just sign the divorce papers, Karen. I can't continue being married to a woman like you. This marriage shouldn't have happened in the first place."
"But... but what about the luggage? Why have you brought all my things out?"
Kris glared at her. "Since you seem to have lost your comprehension abilities, I will explain it to you. I don't want you in this house, not in my life."
"But... Tessa... what about our daughter? You can't separate me from her," Karen said, turning her
