Page 33 of God of War (Legacy of Gods)

A burst of laughter rips from his cruel lips and fills the car with a dreadful undertone before it comes to a sharp halt. “There will be no divorce, Mrs. King.”

“Well, I demand it.”

“Demand declined.”

“I have every right to decide the status of my marriage, and I want it to end. As soon as possible.”

“Our marriage.”

“What?”

“You said the status ofyourmarriage, but it’sourmarriage, Mrs. King.”

“Well,ourmarriage is obviously an anomaly, considering we can’t stand each other. No idea what went on in my head whenI agreed to this ridiculous wedding, but I’m no longer possessed and would like to do the right thing. Please and thank you.”

“Possessed…” he repeats the word slowly as if he’s letting it sit on his tongue to taste it, dissect it, probably slash it open like the countless hearts he’s broken to pieces, often unknowingly and without regrets. “Do you believe you were possessed when you said ‘I do’?”

“There’s no other explanation for that daft decision.”

“Interesting.” He focuses back on his phone, completely and effectively erasing me.

This prick has a PhD in raising my blood pressure. If I were still hooked to those hospital machines, they’d be beeping all the way to the sky.

“I’m talking to you,” I grind out.

“I’m not.”

I snatch the phone from his hand and contemplate throwing it out of the window. But that would make me look both dramatic and impulsive—two descriptions Eli loves shoving down my throat.

So I regulate my breathing and let the phone drop to my lap. “I said I want a divorce.”

“And I said you won’t be getting one.”

“I’ll take you to court.”

“No, you won’t.”

“Wanna bet?”

“If you’re in the mood to lose your money and time aside from your feeble thought process, sure thing. I suggest you stop being impulsive for once in your life and think about this logically.”

“Thisisthe most logical solution. There’s no love lost between us, Eli. Why the hell did you even marry me?”

“As I said, you begged.”

“Let’s say I did, which is by no means true, by the way. You just said yes?”

“I’ve always had a soft spot for begging.” His eyes shine with a gleam of lethal intensity and I swallow, feeling suddenly parched.

“Be serious,” I breathe out.

“I’m dead serious. Remove the idea of a divorce from your head. The sooner the better.” He reaches for his phone, but I hold it out of reach.

“I’m high maintenance.”

“Just the way I like it.”

“I have extremely expensive tastes.”

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