Chapter: 538

“I appreciate that.”

“No need for thanks…” Tyrone meant to add, “You’re my wife.” But he couldn’t bring himself to voice it.

Despite their three-year marriage, he had plenty of chances to call her his wife. But he had never done it.

And now, he wasn’t qualified to say so.

In a desperate hope, Tyrone wished the snowfall would continue indefinitely, so they could remain here, far from their tainted past.

And they could stay away from the imminent divorce.

was

The snow ceased overnight.

next day, they

“We should collect our IDs before heading to the

“We still have an

already aware of her desire for divorce, still felt a punch to his gut. His

outside, as

wheel was so fierce that his knuckles turned ghostly white. In a

fetched their IDs, and

the drive to

a

street scenery recede. Memories of the

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