As her words rang in the King's ears, HE finally realized that he had taken out his rage on the wrong person. His palm shivered slightly before he looked at her red cheek.
The moments of silence were prolonged until Myrtle moved her hand across the table and picked up the pen that was placed beside the file.
The King didn't say anything as she moved and watched her follow her will.
With a click, she uncapped the pen and flipped open the file of the divorce papers. She was clenching tightly onto the pen.
Her heart was racing, aching, shaking… it did all that, The pen seemed to be repelling the paper with such an intensity that it wouldn't touch the surface of it despite the fact that Myrtle was putting in so much force.