Edward's expression darkened, his face hardening instantly.
Natalie let out a soft chuckle, adjusting Edward's suit jacket around her shoulders. "I was just joking. You've always been someone who never makes decisions lightly. If you're asking for a divorce, you've obviously thought it through. Edward, you never do anything you'll regret."
Edward stood up, his back turned to her, hands clenched tightly at his sides, the veins in his knuckles standing out. But his voice remained calm, composed. "Yes, I never question my decisions."
But why, then, couldn't he feel calm about divorcing her? Why did the thought of Natalie walking out of his life leave him feeling unsettled?
'What's happening to me? This isn't like me.'
"Then what are you waiting for?" Natalie rose to her feet, tossing her
