Victor kept looking at Polly Sutton, tense at her mention of divorce, "I absolutely will not agree to a divorce."
Victor grabbed Polly's wrist, "If I've done something wrong, I can change, but I absolutely refuse to agree to a divorce, Polly Sutton. If there are issues, we solve them. We can't joke about divorce."
"Victor, I'm not joking with you." Polly pulled away from Victor's hand, "I don't mind waiting for you, I don't mind you not being able to help take care of the child, or the family, but I mind your attitude towards me. If you really cared about me even a little, you should remember what I've said."
"I disagree, I said I disagree." Victor spoke in a deep voice, but besides this sentence, he seemed to not know what else he could say.
For the first time ever, an unprecedented panic surrounded him at this moment, with only one thought in his mind: he couldn't get a divorce. If he divorced, he would never be able to hold on to her again.
