“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?”

let go and pushed the

car, just as another vehicle

Lyndon’s, deducing he, too, must have

and took note of its

on a shadow at the sight

Brian wrapped an arm around Rosalynn’s waist, planting

guard, exclaimed, “What

her waist with one hand

infection. To avoid it, I urge you to

brow furrowed in confusion at

eyes and delivered another

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