Nathan came home at 2:00 a.m. He reeked of alcohol.
Mia helped him inside, still wearing the brooch.
When she saw the divorce agreement on the table, her eyes lit up. Then she quickly lowered them again.
"Mrs. Carter, Mr. Carter drank too much. Now that he's home, I'll leave."
I sat on the sofa.
"Thanks for bringing him back."
She probably hadn't expected me to be this calm.
She paused. "Mrs. Carter, please don't do this on impulse. Divorce is a serious matter."
I looked at her chest. "Haven't you been hoping for this?"
Mia's face went pale. "I haven't."
Nathan tugged at his tie and sat across from me. "Claire Morgan, are you done making a scene?"
I pushed the agreement toward him. "Sign it."
He skimmed it and sneered. "The apartment goes to you. The child goes to you. The comp
