James didn't answer her. He leaned beside him and took a document from the passenger seat. He looked at it and then showed it to Zelda.
“Do you see this? Do you know what it is?”
Zelda looked at it. “It's our divorce agreement.”
“Yes, that's what it is.” He took a lighter and placed the paper on top of it, burning the divorce papers right in front of Zelda's eyes inside the car.
“We are not getting a divorce,” James told her, locking his gaze on hers. They watched the fire consume the paper until it was entirely gone.
Tired from the whole ordeal, Zelda finally asked,
“What is your problem? What do you want? Why won't you divorce me? Why are you clinging to me while your heart is not with me?”
James looked at her, and for a moment, his expression softened. He put his
