Thinking back to all the small changes since she joined, I realized deep down that the Milo who once loved me no longer existed. I just hadn't been willing to give up and had wanted to save us.
But now, with my big belly and him trying to force me onto a jet ski, I knew it was time to let go.
Looking at him, I felt a strange calm inside. I was relieved and said evenly, "I've just been lying to myself. When this team-building ends, let's get a divorce. I wish you and Dakota happiness."
Milo hit me across the face, catching me completely off guard.
"Who are you wishing happiness to?" he glared at me. "Dakota and I are pure. It's one thing for you to argue with me, but to slander her? Apologize to Dakota."
"Milo, forget it. I've heard pregnant women tend to overthink things." Dakota quickly grabbed his arm.
"No. She's my wife and a company leader. To slander you like this, she must apologize."
Nothing felt more tragic than my heart turning cold. I only wanted to leave as soon as possible.
"Dakota, I'm sorry."
"Alia, what are you doing?" Dakota came over to hold my hand. "It's all my fault."
I didn't want to speak to her; her touch only made me feel more disgusted. I pulled my hand away sharply.