"Pardon me?" Nate uttered. Leila's words finally got to his brain. She confused him, and he couldn't believe what she had just said. Her attitude suddenly changed, turning that sweet girl who wanted to please him, into this angry kitten.
She switched between Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde like a crazy woman. He couldn't have been nicer to her. Even if he wasn't, she had no way out. Divorce me, Nate Hill? She was nuts. It must be because she was drunk. Or PMS had hit her inside the bathroom, Nate believed.
"I want a divorce!" But Leila repeated it, this time a little slower and pretty louder. Nate glared at her, narrowing his suddenly dimmed eyes, his mind processing her stupid babbling.
"You want a divorce? You'll get it, but only after a year," Nate said, his hands clutching both sides of the
