And he sighed, then pulled her into his arms.
My fingers tightened around the doorknob, then slowly, I let go and turned away.
Then I heard Diego’s voice again.
“What if I divorce her?”
In that instant, it felt like my heart had been thrown into an abyss, falling endlessly with no end in sight.
By the time I came to, I was already sitting in my car.
My hands trembled on the steering wheel, completely out of my control.
Tears streamed down my face, uninvited.
I laughed and cried like a lunatic, mocking myself.
Because the very first thing that crossed my mind when Diego mentioned divorce was to run.
That night, he didn’t come home.
As dawn stretched across the sky in muted shades of gray, I suddenly felt the need to ask him face-to-face.
Was he truly planning to leave me?
At the very least, I had to make sure Madeline wouldn’t be caught in the crossfire.
I hadn’t slept in two nights.
Still dazed, I applied my makeup and went straight to Diego’s office building.
The private elevator carried me to the top floor.
He was in a meeting.
I waited in his office, and the moment I stepped in, I saw Courtney.
She walked over with a cup of tea, polite and composed.