The word hung in the air between us. Divorce.

I had practiced saying it for three weeks. I said it to the bathroom mirror at six in the morning. I said it in the car on the way to his office. I even said it in our quiet bed while he was out with someone else.

Now that I had finally said it out loud, Mason looked at me with disappointment. He had a cold anger that used to make me feel small and scared. But this time, I didn’t shrink.

“Do you even know what you’re talking about?” he snapped. He looked at me with a deadly stare. His...