Xavier was completely stunned. "Celia, you just get angry whenever you want. What do you mean by divorce?"
Celia brushed him off with a cold glare. "No reason. Stuff happens, life goes on. Now I want out. Got a problem with that?"
Xavier's words died in his throat.
Celia was not one for rash decisions.
Nor was she the type to weaponize divorce in every argument.
So when she dropped that bombshell, his stomach plummeted like a stone.
She spun on her heel and walked away without a backward glance.
Xavier rushed after her, cutting her off. "Celia, whatever I did wrong, just tell me. I will fix it. I swear."
Before he could finish, Iris came barreling in, clinging to his arm like ivy.
"Xavier, she is dumping you. Why debase yourself like this?"
Celia's eyes zeroed in on their contact
