“I got the divorce papers.” Ouch. Damn it, this hurt. “I didn’t realize your attorney was sending them.” “Not mine, angel. Yours.” “Oh.” Guess that item was off my to-do list. “I threw them in the trash.” My brain was too fogged to keep up. “Wait. You did? Because there was something wrong with them or—” “It’s not the end.” “It’s not?” “No.” He shook his head, his eyes searching mine. “You are my wife.”
