A slap, then another and another and—
"I hate you, Atlas," I confessed. "I hate that it hurts to hate you and I hate that you think I am dying to be in yours! You have hurt me so many times!"
Atlas' shoulders sagged for a moment but I continued.
"All of this..." I trailed off. "All of this madness because you think I killed your brother, right? That is the problem right?" I asked, gesturing at him. "Fine! I’ll prove my innocence, this once. I’ll prove I did not hurt Ryle. I did not push him to take his life —"
"You killed him. You owe me—"
"And when I do. I want one thing." I stepped forward. "I want that divorce. I want to never see you again. I don't want to breathe the same air as you. I don't want to be with anyone else, I just don't want you!"
"That was a good story, but you
