Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 137

Carlisle had been onewhelmed by the chans at home for the past couple of days. To escape the constant tension, he had spent his nights out at social gatherings and business

Tonight was no different. By the time he stumbled back home, it was already past midnight.

He made his way upstairs, slightly unsteady from the alcohol, and pushed open the bedroom door. To his surprise, Katrina was there Then, a taint smirk of disdain appeared on his face.

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tamoment, be froze.

Loosening his tie, Carlisle stepped into the room and looked condescendingly at her as he asked, “What’s this? Have you finally realized you were in the wrong and decided to move back to our bedroom?

Since the day Katrina had announced her desire for a divorce at the engagement party, she had moved into the guest room. Carlisle hadn’t paid it much mind. He assumed she would eventually swallow her pride and apologize

here she was, just as he

walked over to her and turned his back, extending his arms in a clear gesture for her to help

go this time for old times sake,” he said, his tone casual

“I only want to make up for what I owe her from our younger days. She and

as if expecting her to be chastened. “If you can stop

for so many years. She thought she had long since

has words—his accusations and blatant favoritism toward another woman still stung. The bitterness of it all felt like a

she had known back then that his

her throat, Katrina’s gaze turned cold, and her lingering affection for him disappeared

her voice calm and steady. “Let’s get a divorce.”

as if he hadn’t heard her correctly. “What did you just say?” Katrina met his gaze, her

he could marry whoever he wanted–it would have nothing to do with

calm, but her words carried a tinality that sent a wave