I took a deep breath and drew my hands out from Theo's huge palm. "I’m really sorry, Theo, but I can't promise you that."
Theo's body stiffened as an icy chill emanated from his body. His eyes were bone-piercingly cold as well.
A strong sense of powerlessness rose in my heart.
Actually, this had nothing to do with anyone else. It was my marriage with Theo that went wrong. There was a huge problem between us.
"Theo..." I clenched my hands that were hanging down my sides into fists, exerting all the strength in me to say, “Let's... get a divorce."
Theo raised his hand and squeezed my chin, his eyes filled with frost. "Stop dreaming, Wanda Lane. I'll not agree to a divorce. Never."
His tone was so sullen that I could not stop my body from shivering.
He did not seem to have anything else to say. He lowered his head to bite down on my ears hard before turning around to leave.
Were we supposed to keep torturing each other like this if we did not get a divorce?
I sat down on the floor, hugging my knees and closing
my eyes. My head was hurting.
I sat on the floor for a very long time before getting up and continuing to pack my luggage.
Get out of here as soon as possible. I repeated the same words in my head.
After packing my luggage, I took my phone and booked a flight to Salt City tomorrow before going to bed.
I thought I would not be able to sleep, but I miraculously fell asleep in no time at all.
However, I did not sleep until morning as I was woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of the door opening and closing.
I opened my eyes and saw Theo walking out of the bathroom without a shirt. His lower body was wrapped in a bath towel. He did not wipe his hair dry, and water droplets were dripping down from his hair onto his chest.
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