Love Stuck At Ninety-Nine Percent

Summary

In the twenty years I’ve been bound to my host, this was the nine hundred and ninety-ninth time I’d watched him fight with Isabelle.

The dinner he’d spent hours preparing was now a ruin on the floor, swept there by a single, violent motion of his arm.

His eyes were bloodshot as he roared, his voice cracking. “Why do you always choose him? You’re divorced, Isabelle, do you get that? I’m your husband now!”

Isabelle remained calm, as if she’d been expecting this outburst all along. “So what if we’re divorced? We have a child together, Daniel. I can’t just ignore him.”