Love Came Too Late,I Left With His Fortune

Warren Sanchez took a call on the way to my prenatal checkup.

A woman's voice came through the car's Bluetooth.

"I'm back. Divorce her, all right?"

Warren didn't answer. He tapped the button and hung up, offhand about it.

I thought that was a clean, decisive refusal.

Then that same night, he had his lawyer deliver the divorce settlement agreement.

Looking at the restraint held tight in his eyes, I signed calmly and asked, "Do you need me to move out tonight?"

Maybe because he didn't get the tears and the scene he'd braced for, something like surprise flickered across that cold, ascetic…