"Henry, we've been separated for two months," Marta said. "Whether you agree or not, my attorney is going to file for divorce.
"You'll meet someone better..." Her words were cut off as she scoffed lightly,
"Paul, wait a moment, I'm on the phone..."
Henry faintly heard this voice and questioned, "Who's Paul? Who are you talking to?
Tell me, have you been seeing other men behind my back?"
"Henry, there's no need to get worked up, it's just a neighbor helping fix the fence.
About the divorce, I hope you can think it over calmly. Later, my attorney will..."
Henry hung up the phone immediately. This was wrong, totally different from what he had anticipated.
When he received a call from Marta yesterday, his heart leaped with excitement. Her words about wanting a divorce chilled his heart, but he wasn't too shaken as he had already anticipated this outcome.
As long as Marta returned to Los Angeles for the divorce, he had a way to make her stay, to never leave him.
