“I’ll never agree to a divorce, never!” Lillian gripped her hands tightly and spoke with force. It didn’t sound like she was joking at all.
Daniel drank from the wine glass, lips thinning.
“You think you’re able to do it, or do you think you’ll have better tactics than me?” He mocked. “You should be thankful that I’m not the cold and heartless man 4 years ago. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be standing here now; but your grave would already be growing grass. Perhaps you would be in jail already.”
She walked near him and lowered her body, placing her hands on his waist and raising her head to look at him. “Dan, you wouldn’t do that. If I’m really dead, everyone would know about your infertility. The same goes if I were to end up in jail.
“You don’t want everyone to mock you; neither do you wan
