_Zarelle’s POV_
“Calden, even the strongest passion can fade,” I said solemnly, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. “I did give you a chance. I gave us a chance, for three years.”
I looked into the distance, lost in thought, watching the city lights blur through the window of my apartment. The irony wasn’t lost on me, how he was calling me almost every other day now that we were divorced, when during our marriage, I couldn’t get hold of him no matter how desperately I tried.
“It’s funny how you are calling me almost every other day now that we are divorced,” I continued, my voice steady despite the ache in my chest. “While we were married, I couldn’t get hold of you no matter how many times I tried.”
I heard Calden try to explain on the other end of the line. “That was bef
