“I told you it was nothing—” “Yeah, like I believe that,” he scoffs. Righteous indignation surges through me. “I’ve never lied to you, Troy. That’s your M.O.” He glares at me, daggering me with his eyes. After a tense moment, I let out a tired sigh. “Just give me a divorce, Troy. It’s time—” “No. We’re not there yet.” He shakes his head. “I’m not gonna let you do this to us.” “We are so there! We’re right fucking there. Troy, this isn’t a marriage anymore. It’s a hostage crisis!”
