Chapter 65 - Never Let Go

❄︎ Viktor ❄︎

“I want a divorce.”

The words cut through the air like a blade, but I didn’t flinch.

A shrill sound bounced around in my skull like a ping pong ball. Loud. Unyielding. Fucking debilitating.

Along with one word pulsing in my brain. No. No. No.

I lost my mother at fifteen. Lost my brother two years later at seventeen. The nine years that followed, with me being incarcerated, were the quietest years I’d ever had.

Away from the constant reminder of what Darko took from me. Then I lost him too.

I wasn’t going to lose Rosalind.

She thought she could walk away from me like it was nothing. Like I hadn’t already marked her, claimed her, bound her to me in every way that mattered.

Her cold-tipped fingers curled into my chest, an angry quiver rattling them despite her cold, collected front.

“No.” I said, final and absolute.

Anything but that.

Anything but you leaving me. I didn’t add that part. No, my chest swelled with rage at her even conceiving such a thing.

Her entire body froze