Page 32 of Worship
“So? How are we still married?”
He wasn’t even looking at me, just continued using tools I couldn’t name or begin to know how to use.
Deep breaths. Good job. Don’t make this the moment you’ll lose your shit. You’re known as the ice queen for a reason.
“Ignoring me isn’t going to make me go away.” My voice was coming out high-pitched and loud, and I took a deep breath.
“I can see that,” he mumbled.
And. Did. Not. Look. Up.
And that was when the Fitzgerald ice queen lost her cool. Something I wasn’t proud of, but in my defense, I was tired. And my emotions were on a roller coaster that wasn’t planning on stopping any time soon.
“You bastard! You said you took care of it,” I yelled.
He finally looked up. “Must have forgotten.”
“You forgot? Are you kidding me?”
“It happens,” Landon said, shrugging his stupid broad shoulders.
“Well, now that I’m here to remind you, you need to sign these,” I said and held the papers out to him.
“I’m not signing them,” the bastard stated calmly.
“You won’t sign them? Why?” I yelled, my voice climbing higher on each word.
“I don’t believe in divorce.”
I opened and closed my mouth a few times, hoping I didn’t hear that right.
Nope. No. I’m pretty sure he did just say that.
“I don’t care if you don’t believe in divorce. I’m getting married in less than three months. I need you to sign the divorce papers.”
“Nope,” Landon had the audacity to say, his focus still on the car in front of him.
I couldn’t deal with life any longer. Letting out a loud screech, I threw the papers at the hardheaded idiot.
“I’m staying at the Greensborough Bed and Breakfast. Once you decide to be an adult about this, come and see me.”
I stalked off, ignoring the audience that had gathered during our argument.
Guess I’m staying in Humptulips for longer than one night.
