into something much colder and sharper.
I thought about screaming at him until my throat burned. I thought about yanking off my engagement ring and throwing it directly at his chest. I thought about telling him exactly what kind of monster he had revealed himself to be under pressure.
And then I realized something crucial. A simple verbal fight was far too simple and generous for what he had just done.
A man who could look at two newly orphaned five-year-old children and see nothing but a frustrating inconvenience deserved far more than a quiet dismissal. He deserved to feel at least a fraction of the public humiliation and consequences of the choice he had just forced upon me.
