“Healing takes time. I can’t say how long it’ll be before the hurt fades. If you can wait, then wait. If not, we might as well divorce.”

Her gaze was lucid, her demeanor, icy and composed.

At the mention of divorce, Brian felt a sharp ache.

His voice grew heavier, his grip firmer.

“I refuse to divorce you!

I’ll not pressure you. Time is yours, but erase divorce from your thoughts.” His usual assertiveness surfaced in his tone.

Rosalynn remained quiet. After a pause, she responded, “You’ve caused me pain. Could you loosen your grip and unlock the door?”

lingering look, Brian slowly let go and pushed

stepped out of the car, just as another vehicle drew

as Lyndon’s, deducing he, too, must have been called to

exited the vehicle and took note of its

handsome, took on a shadow at the

hesitation, Brian wrapped an arm around Rosalynn’s waist, planting a kiss on

“What

firmly holding her waist with one hand while his other tenderly brushed her

is infection. To avoid it, I urge you to

brow furrowed in confusion

gazed into her eyes and delivered another

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