But her breath caught when she saw Archer standing there. He wasn't wearing his usual smile. His face stayed stiff and cold, impossible to read.
"WHAT?!" she screamed at him, her voice shrill and shaking.
Archer didn't flinch. He didn't even look at her at first, just walked past her into the room, a folder clutched in his hand.
When he finally turned, his gaze was distant, heavy with disappointment. "I used to like you," Archer said quietly, though his words struck like a blow. His lips curved into a bitter smile, one that never reached his eyes. "I thought I could change you, maybe even save you from yourself." He shook his head slowly. "But right now I don't even recognize you."
Before Alexa could speak, he opened the folder and pulled out freshly printed warm papers, placing them on the bed.
Divorce papers.
