CHAPTER 12 Am I Now a Prisoner?

  "Ah," Charleston smiled, leaning forward and stretching his hand on the table, waiting for Emily to take it. "Come on, I promise I don't bite."

  Emily stared at him and hissed, she was done listening to him and obeying his orders. 

  "Pumpkin," Charleston beckoned with a smile, noticing her reluctance to hold his hand. 

  "I want a divorce," Emily yelled again. 

  "It would seem that we won't be able to have a proper discussion," Charleston concluded, removing his hand from the table as Emily grabbed onto it. 

  "Please," Emily pleased. "Why are you doing this to me?" 

  "What am I doing to you, my angel?" Charleston asked. 

  He couldn't believe she had requested for them to get divorced, from the way she was acting it was obvious his father must have said something to her during their discussion.