---- Ijust kept staring at him, numb. "Isabella just moved back to Seattle and she's looking for work. That designer position you have... I pulled some strings to get it for you in the first place," he said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world." Now you can give it to Isabella, and you can be a full- time housewife." "T'll take care of you," he said, reaching out to touch my face. "Isn't this the life you've always wanted?" Inodded slowly, then walked silently to my computer and opened a new document. Ethan thought I was taking his advice, writing my resignation letter. He nodded, satisfied, and went back to the kitchen to finish his soup. "Emma says she loves my soup the most," his cheerful voice drifted from the kitchen. "She calls me Daddy Ethan. Having a daughter isn't so bad, right?" My fingers flew across the keyboard. ---- But I wasn't writing a resignation letter. I was writing up our divorce papers. Ten minutes later, I printed out it. "Ethan, sign this." I handed the papers to him. He glanced at it quickly, then scribbled his name with a flourish. "Great," he said happily, picking up the pot of soup. " I'm going to take this to Emma. She's waiting for me." He hurried away, the sound of his whistling slowly fading down the hall. I picked up a pen and signed my name on this too. Sarah Morgan. Soon, I wouldn't be Mrs. Morgan anymore. I placed copies on the table, and suddenly, an incredible sense of relief washed over me.