She froze. "You've only been married a month. Did he cheat?"
I shook my head. "No. Just family issues."
She winced.
"In that case, it has to be a mutual agreement. If Joel doesn't consent, the court almost certainly won't grant a divorce."
That was just how the law worked.
Easy to get married. Nearly impossible to get out.
That evening, Joel was waiting outside my office. A massive bouquet of red roses sat in the passenger seat.
"Come on, don't be mad. The apartment thing was my fault. I've already figured out another way to handle it."
The second those words left his mouth, my scalp prickled.
I jerked my face up from the roses and stared at him, eyes wide.
"What did you do?"
Joel kept his eyes on the road. He glanced at me once through the rearview mirror.
"That's none of your concern!"
The memory hit me like a freight train. After Joel's car accident in my previous life,
I'd tried to sell the apartment, only to be told at the office that he'd already transferred it to Maya.
Terrified of history repeating itself, the first thing I did when I got home was tear through every drawer and cabinet.
"What are you looking for?"
Joel followed me in.
I looked up. "Where's the deed?"