Richard stormed inside the office, his eyes flashing fury as he looked at me. "What the fucking hell, Nita? What the fuck do you think you are doing?"
I sat relaxed in the chair, feigning that I was unbothered by his escapades last night or by his tantrums this morning. "What does it look like I am doing? Will you please stop shouting? We aren't the only clients in this establishment."
His hands clenched into fists. "You want a divorce so badly, you had Martin kidnap me and get me here?"
I intertwined my fingers and looked up at him. "Be grateful, Richard, that I am giving you one final chance to set me free. If not, I will be on a flight out of the country right now, and you will never lay eyes on your child."
"Are you threatening me, Nita? I don't respond to threats." His voice was a growl now, but nothing could intimidate me. I was done.
I reached into my bag and pulled out another copy of the divorce papers. "Sign it."
