For the first time, facing Allyn Hall, I seriously declared, "I want a divorce."
This wasn't an impulsive outburst in front of the cameras, nor a deliberate evasion through lawyers. I looked into those pale gray eyes, and, as clearly as what I did during his proposal, I stated my intent.
He appeared furious, shocked, but he didn't say, "No, Luzie, we won't divorce."
Because Zara arrived.
As usual, Zara tried to offer a well-meaning lie, saying her return wasn't for Allyn, but ultimately, she didn't voice it.
Fifteen years of this farce is finally ending. I should have felt relieved, yet I couldn't help but feel heartbroken. Ignoring the curious stares, I strode out of the ballroom, just as I had walked towards Allyn Hall on our wedding day, disregarding the mocking laughter.
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