Emery couldn't believe her ears. Her husband wasn't supposed to think this way. This wasn’t the reaction she had braced herself for. The insincerity in his voice even made it worse and yet, the words. The words sounded lovable.
"Majid... why aren't you angry with me? Why aren't you—" her voice cracked, "why aren't you divorcing me? Why don't you want to divorce me?" Her eyes widened as she patiently waited for answers.
"You want that so badly, don't you?" Majid's gaze pierced onto her eyes, and then he let out a slow breath, his gaze steady but cold. “Make no mistake, Emery, I am furious with you, and this is not the way you are expecting me to act.” His tone sharpened, like the edge of a blade. “But I don’t believe in divorce. I won’t allow our children to carry the history of a broken
