"What did you say? Masford?"
Lucien felt as if something had tightly locked his throat, leaving him barely able to force out a sound.
A buzzing exploded in his mind, and his vision darkened at the edges.
He had known nothing about this.
The divorce application from a week ago had not been a fit of anger; her increasingly cold attitude had not been senseless tantrums.
She had already been planning to leave—planning to erase herself completely from his life.
Five years ago, she had forced her way into his world despite everything, even though he had clearly told her he could not give her love.
She had burned around him like an unyielding flame, slowly melting the ice in his heart...
And now she was simply going to walk away?
"When did she submit the application?"
His voice was hoar
