James threw me on the bed like I was a sack of potatoes, then stomped over to my closet, yanked out some clothes, and threw them at me.
"Put this on and come with me!" he barked.
I sat up, completely disoriented, my hair a mess, and my anger bubbling to the surface. There was no way I’d comply with his ridiculous demands, especially not at this hour.
"Have you completely lost your goddamn mind?!" I snapped, brushing my hair out of my face. "I’m not going anywhere with you! If you won’t agree to a divorce, we can separate. Two years apart, and I can file for divorce on my own!"
I squared my shoulders, staring him down despite the knot of anxiety tightening in my chest.
James's expression darkened, his presence more suffocating than ever.
"Separate?" he sneered. "You thin
