Millicent's POV I feel his eyes on me as I continue to mentally make a list in my head of what I need for this meal I plan to make for us. I look up and locking into his stunning gaze for a short moment but breaking it by smirking over at him and then down to my countertop. "Am I here to meet your husband? Or is he going to walk in at any moment and be livid?" he asks me the details of the situation, which he deserves to know the real answer, so I quickly explain. "Um... no he won't be coming back today.. hopefully... Well, I guess I better just come out with it." I declare while pulling out meat, veggies, and pans to start making food for us. "Well I came home yesterday after seeing you and told him I wanted a divorce and he hit me again.. he said I wasn't getting it but I told him

