I removed my ring slowly, staring at it like it belonged to someone else’s life. My hand shook—but I didn’t stop.
Then I threw it.
It disappeared into the waves without a trace.
Gone.
Like everything it used to mean.
I pulled out my phone, fingers still trembling but my decision already made.
“Vincent,” I said quietly when he answered. “Come get me. Let’s get married.”
The wind hit my face harder that time.
But for the first time in a long while…
I felt like I could finally breathe.
I packed my suitcase in silence, my hands trembling slightly as I folded each piece of clothing with care I didn’t really feel. My heart was beating too loudly in my chest, but I kept my expression neutral, controlled—like I had already decided this a long time ago.
When Matteo stepped into the room, he stopped dead.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I didn’t even glance at him as I zipped the bag. “If you’re not going to agree to a divorce, then that’s fine. I’m still leaving. I’m not staying here while you slowly destroy me.”
His expression darkened instantly. “You don’t get to leave.”
I finally looked at him. “I already decided I am.”
He moved forward fast, grabbing my wrist. “Don’t push me, Aria.”