"Why should I try? When we were sleeping together you repeatedly told me you had no interest in marrying me. You intended to be Mrs. Harry Potter. I was a good time and some naughty memories. As you are a reasonably attractive woman how was I to know you were pumping him full of love potions and lust dust? I'll grant you things would have gone better if your brother hadn't been doing it at the same time and for years. I was the consolation prize you could get your hands on. By the time you were marrying me, it was so you could be married. My refusal to just adopt the children foiled any hopes you had of keeping things together. Right now the gossip has died down around the Potter twins. When they are mentioned, no one follows up with a mention of you. Do yourself a favor and quietly fade into the background. Sign the papers in May and we both go our own way. Try to fight this, or press the issue and you will regret it. You are not the victim here, sweetie. You're the villain. The sooner you get that through your thick little head the happier we will both be." He turned to leave, "The only one with any delusions about this situation is you, dearest," he sneered.