Synopsis
"Divorce... let's do it." Eli stopped unbuttoning his shirt and looked at Ruby. A rare flash of surprise. Ruby was just as shocked — she'd said it without thinking, and was already wondering what excuse she'd give if he asked why. "In two weeks." "...What?" He went back to his shirt. "I have business in the capital. We'll do it then. I'll inform the Emperor in advance. Write down what you want when we separate. I'll take care of it." Clean. Precise. As if she'd asked him to reschedule a meeting. Ruby had half-expected him to at least ask for…
