As Alfred's stern refusal to accept our decision to get divorced reverberated through the room, the weight of his words hung heavily in the air. With a heavy heart, I slowly turned on my heels, my gaze fixed on the way to the door. But just as I was about to take that fateful step forward, Christian's fingers closed firmly around my wrist, halting me in my tracks. His touch, though gentle, spoke volumes of the turmoil in his heart, leaving me torn between the past and an uncertain future.
"No, this conversation is not over," Christian firmly declared, a newfound strength in his voice that seemed to materialize out of thin air. His words cut through the tension like a blade, his resolve unwavering as he addressed Alfred's disapproval.
As his eyes, once cast downwards, met Alfred's, and wi
