Cyrus stood frozen, eyes wide with terror, watching as I drove the knife into the wall beside his ear.
He never expected that a supposedly dying woman like me would still have so much strength.
Dolores screamed, pointing a trembling finger at me.
"You're insane! Cyrus, divorce her right now!"
Still in shock, Cyrus shoved me to the ground.
After a moment, he gathered himself and spat out, "Phoebe, we're getting a divorce!"
He'd already prepared the papers. With shaky hands, he took them from the drawer and threw them at me.
I clutched the thin stack of papers, looking at him in disbelief.
"You already had the divorce papers ready? You scumbag!"
I held a hand to my mouth, pretending to cough violently.
" Even being around you is bad luck for me."
He sneered down at me,
