"The day I walked out of that villa, I stopped being your wife. But you still can't seem to let go of this whole misunderstanding. Let's just finish up the divorce paperwork once and for all, and we'll go our separate ways with no hard feelings and no debts between us."
The pale, ghostly moonlight drained all the color from Lucas' face. When he spoke, his voice trembled slightly, no matter how hard he tried to hold it steady.
"Danica, just give me a chance to make this right, okay? Don't just… cut me out of your life so coldly."
Danica stared at the man in front of her. His features were still as gentle and refined as ever, but his face was haggard and drained. The sharp, biting retort she'd been ready to snap out died on her tongue.
The two of them walked the rest of the way in total
