DANIA
Carrying me in his arms, he entered our bedroom and gently put me down on the bed.
“Thanks!” My lips mumbled.
He turned around, removed his shirt, and perched on the couch.
“You're sleeping on the couch?”
“Stop asking stupid questions!” His eyes glared at me.
I opened the drawer beside me and took out some papers. My feet approached the couch and he twitched a brow.
“Read the papers.” My hand extended to him.
He took the papers from my hand and read every white page.
“Divorce papers?” His forehead crumpled up.
“Once Killian takes back the throne from Damian, we'll get a divorce.” Words came out of my mouth.
“That's your plan?” He tilted his head slightly.
I perched beside him on the couch.
“Is something wrong?”
He tore those papers into a million pieces.
“Why?” My
