“Adelina, how would you comment on your husband’s infidelity?”
“Adelina, what did you think about the moment you first saw photos of your husband with that woman?”
“Adelina, have you already filed for divorce?”
“Adelina… Adelina…”
I get lost in the crowd and in panic realize I can’t find a way out. I need air. Farther from here.
Suddenly, a strong man’s hand wraps around my waist and pulls me out of the swarm of annoying paparazzi.
“Without comments. Let me through!” my husband snaps.
“Take your hands off me,” I whisper, shocked, trying to shove his palm away—but Dan only presses me closer.
“I’m filing for divorce.”
“Shhh, Lina. There won’t be any divorce.”