LIRA POV
The morning light stabbed through the curtains, and my head pounded like someone had played drums on it all night.
I groaned, sitting up slowly.
Then it all came rushing back.
The fight with Damian, and my own voice saying “I want a divorce.”
I closed my eyes and leaned back into the pillows. Why did he think he could fix everything after three years? Why now? Because of one kiss with another man?
It didn’t make sense at all.
maybe I went too far, but why didn't he do this the whole three years? If he had actually thought and making things right now, he should know that it's really too late. because I want divorce.
What about Leo?
I winced at the memory of how he’d been humiliated in front of everyone, he didn’t deserve that. Not from me, and not from Damian.
I should ma
