Something inside me splintered all over again. My hands shook. “I remember when we first married,” I whispered, voice quivering. “You used to keep me awake all night… saying you couldn’t get enough of me. You said you wanted me so badly, it drove you insane.” I laughed bitterly. “You said if you could, you’d keep me inside you forever, so I’d always belong to you.”
He said nothing, merely turned his gaze away.
“The man who said that… now belongs to someone else,” I murmured. “Tell me, Damian—if you’re so happy with her, why not divorce me? Why make me live through this torment?”
Finally, he looked at me. “Divorce? The Judicial Council will announce the new appointees in a week. I can’t risk it, Clara. I can’t give them a reason to doubt me.” His voice softened. “Once this week passes, we’ll get the divorce.”
I stared at him. The pieces clicked into place. Why Chiara and her daughter never stayed here. Why my clothes remained untouched in the closet. Why he still maintained the pretense of a home. Not for love—he kept it all for appearances. Pathetic.
He hadn’t changed. Still a coward.