Vincent slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a stop by the roadside.
His expression was darker than the stormy sky outside. "You're the one who wants a divorce, aren't you?"
Dorothy was taken aback.
Vincent looked at her. "Richard is in jail. Katherine is dead. The truth about the Francis Memorial Bridge has been revealed, and your father's name has been cleared. So now you want to leave me and embrace your freedom, is that it?"
Dorothy lowered her head, unable to hide her disappointment.
Vincent wasn't wrong; this had been her plan from the beginning. But now that the moment had finally come, her chest felt heavy, as if a stone was lodged there, making it hard to breathe.
She rubbed her collarbone to ease the discomfort. "You're overthinking it. I didn't mean that. It's just..
