DAMIEN
It hasn't been that long, and she was already doing well without me?
Who does she think she is?!
I stood up from my chair, slammed my desk light away, and watched it crash onto the ground. The lights went off instantly, plunging the room into darkness.
“You think you can divorce me? You think I would just let you leave?” I muttered to no one in particular, then let out a low laugh. The type that erupted from my chest. From the pain of watching a woman who never did without me suddenly doing just fine.
I walked over to the study's door, then switched on the light.
The desk light was on the floor, the glass part broke into shards while the plastic remained intact, just dented a bit. I slowly walked to my desk. Just a pile of books, magazines, and albums.
All of them belo
