Regret clawed at my heart the instant those words escaped my lips, but the truth had to be spoken. Leo appeared taken aback for a fleeting moment, yet swiftly regained his composure. "Does being with me repulse you that much?" he questioned, his voice laced with a mix of surprise and hurt.
"I didn't mean it in that way," I confessed, guilt washing over me like a relentless tide. Perhaps likening our marriage to a prison, right to his face, was a step too far. "But deep down, we both know this isn't working. I should have heeded your earlier plea for me to leave, and for that, I am truly sorry. I cannot apologise enough. However, you must release me now."
The sudden shift in my desires, yearning for a divorce, perplexed even me. Was it the notion that my destined mate awaited me out there
