“You’re not walking away from me that easily, Marcelline.”She blinked once, pen poised above the paper, then set it down with infuriating grace. “Rowan,” she said coolly, as though acknowledging a business associate, not the man she’d spent nine years married to. “Dont be dramatic. It makes you look… desperate.”His jaw clenched. He said standing upright. “Don’t play with me. You think you can just throw divorce papers at me and vanish into thin air? That after nine years of marriage, you can just, just disappear?”Marcelline leaned back in her chair, the corner of her lip curving ever so slightly. Not a smile. Not warmth. Something sharper. “We've talked about this. I didn’t vanish. I walked out. You just never thought I would.”The air between them crackled. His fingers twitched at his side.“You don’t get to decide when it ends,” he snapped.Her brows lifted, mocking. “Oh? And you do? Nine years, Rowan. That was our deal. Nine years, and I go. I’ve only kept my end of the bargain.
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