Silver’s POV
“So, just like that, you aren’t divorcing him?” Marco asks on the phone while I finish packing the little belongings that I bought to Rebecca’s house. “He says some pretty words, and all is forgiven?”
“It’s going to take some time for me to truly trust him,” I admitted, biting my lower lip. “But yeah, I don’t want us to be apart. I love him, Marco. I appreciate all you’ve done for me, but I’m tearing up the divorce documents.”
“Well, only you know what’s best for you. I just hope this decision doesn’t come around and bite you in the butt,” he said, a warning tinging his words.
To be honest, I was hoping for the same thing.
“Thank you,” I told him.
Without any other word, I hung up the phone and shoved it into my pocket. I hadn’t even noticed Rebecca leaning against
