Chapter 7

When I spoke, the silence on the other end of the phone thickened. Darius stood frozen, a tight tension wrapping around the air. His breathing grew heavy, just like the times before when his anger would bubble to the surface. But now, it was different. I wasn’t scared anymore. “What did you say? Lyanna?” Darius finally managed to say, his voice cold but confused. I didn’t waste another moment. I took out a pen, signed the divorce papers one by one, and used lipstick to make...