Elena's Point Of View
Graham stood, voice strained and commanding. “Enough! Elena…”
“No,” I interrupted, rising to my feet, facing him with fire in my veins. “And if you’re not okay with it, let’s get divorced.”
That stopped him cold.
“What?” His voice cracked. “I’m not divorcing you. You’re my wife.”
Lillian’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What?”
I crossed my arms. “Then make a choice, Graham. It’s either you accept it, or we divorce. Choose one.”
His jaw clenched, eyes boring into mine, as if trying to figure out if I was bluffing. “You’re using my words against me,” he whispered, almost like he didn’t believe it.
“Yes, I am,” I said boldly. “Because they were never fair in the first place.”
“You can’t just… Elena, this is different.”
“Oh, is it?” I snapped, laughing bitterly. “I
