I wanted to scream.
I had to shut this down. "Commander. There's no need. We're divorced. There's nothing between us."
The temperature in the room dropped.
Lorenzo's face went gray. "Elena. Don't be childish. We have eight years. You don't just throw that away."
The commander tried to smooth it over. "Elena, marriage is hard. Work it out. Look how much the man loves you."
The others joined in. "Come on. Don't divorce him. He came all this way."
Something in me caught fire.
"You want to know why I divorced him?" I said, cold. "My son and Sofia went off a cliff together. Lorenzo grabbed Sofia. He let my son die. Is that a little problem we work out?"
Dead silence.
"That's a lie!" Lorenzo shouted. "Sofia made it up. I wasn't even there that day. I would never—"
"Then why did you pro
