Chapter 39: He Proposed to Me
(Caroline's POV)
The ink on the divorce papers was barely dry, and for the first time in years, I felt light. I wasn't mourning the loss of a title or a history. I wasn't clinging to the label of "Mrs. Ashford."
I looked at the woman standing before me, rubbing her stomach like it was a trophy won in a war I had already surrendered, and I felt nothing but relief. I was the survivor who got out.
Faye was practically glowing with malice. She was the architect of my marriage's destruction, and she was standing there trying to provoke a reaction.
Faye watched my face closely, looking for a c***k. When she didn't see tears, her expression shifted from smugness to irritation. She clearly hated that I wasn't falling apart. She stroked her baby bump, archin
