When I spoke, the silence on the other end of the phone thickened.
Darius stood frozen, a tight tension wrapping around the air.
His breathing grew heavy, just like the times before when his anger would bubble to the surface.
But now, it was different. I wasn’t scared anymore.
“What did you say? Lyanna?” Darius finally managed to say, his voice cold but confused.
I didn’t waste another moment.
I took out a pen, signed the divorce papers one by one, and used lipstick to make my fingerprint, leaving my mark on what would be the final piece of our shattered relationship.
Pushing the papers in front of Darius, I repeated calmly, “I said, I want a divorce.”
Darius tugged at his collar, his face contorting into disbelief, as he stared at the papers. His brow furrowed deeply, his exp
