One Percent Too Late

Summary

In the twenty years I was bound to my host, this was the nine hundred and ninety-ninth time I had watched him argue with Vivian Hale.

The meal he had carefully prepared was smashed all over the floor.

His eyes were red as he nearly shouted at her.

"Why do you choose him every single time? You divorced him, remember? I am your husband!"

Vivian remained calm, as if she had known all along that my host would make a scene.

"So what if we divorced? I have a child with him. I cannot just ignore him."

That one careless sentence left my host sitting frozen in place for a long, long time.