Chloe had just reached the doorway. She laughed out loud and nudged Homer playfully. "She says she wants a divorce. Aren't you going to go coax her?"
Homer glared at me, visibly annoyed.
No need to coax her. She's just throwing a tantrum. She'd never survive outside this estate.
Besides, she's been pregnant twice and she's a second-time bride. Who else would want her but me?
He was right. Leaving the estate might very well be a death sentence.
But staying was a fate worse than death.
I forced myself up through the pain, set the divorce papers on the table, and found a rickety old cart. I loaded Ruby onto it and walked out of the Rowe estate.
This time, I was finally free.
