Consequences

Douglas woke up the next day in a hospital bed. He had a broken jaw and a concussion. And he had a furious wife staring him down with no wedding ring and a folder of papers. Douglas, self-destructive as ever, would smile if it wouldn't hurt so much.

"I can't believe you," Elizabeth spat. "Fucking jamaal's mom? On the celebration night? What on earth has gotten into you?"

She chided him for another half hour. "We're done. You ... or your lawyer ... can contact my lawyer. But you need to sign thse soon." She left Douglas to peer through the divorce paperwork.