They knew just how many skeletons they had in their closet. The slightest disturbance was enough to set them on edge.
"I just want to know what you're planning," Fairfax said, his voice tight.
"If you're so anxious, how about a divorce?" Starla replied coolly.
The casual way she said the word 'divorce' was like a match to a fuse for Fairfax's temper. How could she say it so easily? What did all their time together mean to her?
"Starla, what am I to you? What is our marriage to you?" His voice, crackling over the phone, sounded on the verge of breaking.
"Well, what do you want me to do?" Starla retorted. "When I say I don't want a divorce, you ask what I'm planning. When I say let's get a divorce, you ask what our marriage means to me. So, let me ask you, what am I to you?"
Silence answered her from the other end of the line.
Fairfax rubbed his throbbing temples. "Where are you? I'll come pick you up and take you home."
At the word 'home,' a scornful laugh escaped Starla's lips. The memory of him coldly telling her to leave that night was still fresh.
"Do you remember how you looked when you told me to leave?" she asked, her tone biting.
"Just tell me where you are," Fairfax insisted, his patience wearing thin. He didn't want to argue over the phone. If she had agreed not to divorce, then she should come home.
Her response was the click of the line as she hung up on him.
Listening to the dead tone, Fairfax felt a rage so intense it was as if his heart might split in two.
…
Starla tossed the phone onto the table and noticed Tanya sitting beside her, seemingly out of nowhere.
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