Maxwell POV
The room was silent again. Not the peaceful kind. The kind that screamed in your ears, filled every corner and made you aware of your breathing. And yet, all I could think about was her voice from the night before.
"I want a divorce, Maxwell."
I hadn't been asleep. Not really.
I heard her walk in. I listened to the words fall from her lips like something she'd practiced a dozen times before saying it. There was no shaking in her voice. No tears. Just that firm, a final tone that cut deeper than any blade ever could.
And I stayed still.
Pretended to be asleep.
Because if I moved—if I looked at her—I knew I would've shattered and I couldn't afford to let her see that part of me.
My mother's voice had already poisoned enough of my thoughts. Her words days
