A month later, I returned to New York from Seattle and headed straight for the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Jon was already waiting. "You're right on time."

I scoffed and shot a glance at Caroline, standing by his side.

"Well, well, Jon, bringing your little mistress to our divorce. Are you in a rush to get remarried? When's the wedding? Should I send a grand gift?"

Jon frowned. "Don't talk nonsense. Caroline isn't feeling well today, so I thought I'd take her to the hospital."

I sneered. "Then by all means, take your little mistress to the hospital first and come back later. I've got plenty of time and I don't...