LUCIAN
It took a few agonizing moments for Diana’s words to settle inside me—for my brain to fully grasp what she was saying, or rather, what she was trying to make me believe.
According to her, Katherine hadn’t just suddenly grown tired of me and walked away: and logically, it made sense. It was impossible for her to have pulled those divorce papers out of thin air like some magician. She had to have been working on them for days, if not weeks, right under my nose.
But I still couldn't bring myself to believe it. I mean, Kat was Kat. Sweet, gentle, quiet, predictable Kat.
And yet, you came home last night and she wasn't there, a venomous little voice in the back of my mind whispered. So much for being predictable and reliable.
My mouth went completely dry—even more so when Diana qui
