Chapter 8

As Darius stood there, frozen, his eyes glued to the divorce papers I had just placed in front of him, I felt a sense of clarity wash over me. For the first time in a long time, I was in control. His shock mirrored the disbelief I had felt for years—like he couldn’t comprehend the woman he had kept under his thumb was now standing up for herself. “What did you say? Lyanna?” His voice was hoarse with confusion. Without flinching, I calmly signed each page of the divorce papers, my...