That seemed to irritate him more than yelling would have.
Because Harrison understood anger.
He understood arguments.
He understood resistance.
But indifference?
That unsettled him.
“I want a divorce,” I continued. “And I mean it this time.”
“No.”
One word.
Immediate.
Absolute.
Like the conversation ended the second he answered.
My chest tightened.
God.
Even now he still thought he could decide everything for both of us.
Seven years.
Seven entire years spent loving him so completely that I forgot where he ended and I began.
Seven years of swallowing hurt because I thought patience meant love.
Seven years of waiting for him to choose me first.
And somehow…
He still couldn’t understand why I was leaving.
Before I could react, his arm slid around my waist suddenly.
Stron
