With a voice as keen as steel, Rogan declared, "Ava, this isn't about love." "It wasn't."
His comments cut through the few strands of conviction I had been holding onto, causing me to freeze in mid-step. He had his back to me, his hands resting on the desk's edge, and his shoulders erect. The ensuing silence was drowned by the rain outside beating down on the windows.
"What are you saying?" I tried to sound cool, but my voice was shaking as I asked.
His face was a mix of rage and something more, perhaps remorse, as he turned slowly. "Ava, our marriage. In a game that neither of us realized we were playing, it is a pawn.
My heartbeat accelerated. "You are not logical. How does this... conflict relate to our marriage?
Rogan paced the room like a predator in a cage, running a hand over h
