“Let me get this straight,” he asked carefully as he sat up. “You are sorry that we can’t divorce yet?”

“I mean, yeah. Separate. Divorce. Go our separate ways. We can’t do that yet.” she answered jerkily.

“Why?” he said as he folded his arms and tried to keep down the smile that wanted to creep onto his face.

He couldn’t see what the problem was, but it looked like there was one, so he indulged her.

“She…the press. My manager informed me earlier about the danger this might cause for me. To…”

“To your career,” he stated matter-of-factly.

She spread her hands out like she wanted to deny it,...