Where the Rain Stands Still

Summary

After Genevieve’s 99th fight with her boy toy, she came to me in tears.

“Kneel and apologize to him,” she said, smirking. “Our son triggered him.”

I knew she meant it—last time I refused, she killed my dog and stopped my mother’s medical payments. I’d endured it all for our son.

Until yesterday.

She deliberately gave our son his deadliest allergen. Watching him go into shock in my arms, my heart turned to ash.

As she berated me, I handed her divorce papers.

“He’s bored of seeing me kneel,” I said softly. “Let’s try divorcing to please him.”