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"He wants a divorce? Really?"I rolled my eyes and let out a heavy sigh at Aziel’s question. "I already told you, didn’t I? Why are you asking again? Yes. He wants a divorce! He even signed the papers. Do you want me to send you a photo for proof?" I snapped, my irritation bubbling over.I let out another long breath and tossed the divorce papers Dylan had given me onto the bed. There was no way I was signing those. Not a chance."And? Did you sign them right away?" Aziel asked again. I heard him sigh on the other end of the line. "Kaia, don't make a hasty decision! Maybe he didn't even think it through when he signed those papers. What is he doing? Is your husband just giving up like that? Do you want me to talk to him?""Are you crazy? You really think I’d sign those damn papers? Of course not. And what? Just let him be happy with that woman? Hell no. We’re going to suffer through this together."Aziel seemed to exhale in relief, and I couldn't help but roll my

“Why are you carrying that much luggage? Are you moving back in?”I let out a heavy sigh at the first question Dylan tossed my way the second I stepped inside. He was busy straightening his tie, getting ready for… I don’t know. I had no idea why he was all dressed up.I slowly shook my head, signaling a no. I watched the color drain from his face instantly. I hadn't realized he’d get his hopes up, thinking I was coming back for good just because I brought my bags. Aziel didn't warn me about this, so I wasn't prepared for the look on Dylan's face.“I’m actually leaving tomorrow.”“Leaving?”I gave a small nod and brushed past him, trailing my suitcase behind me. I tucked it by the base of the stairs so it wouldn't be a struggle to move in the morning.“I’m heading out to the coast. I’m staying there for a while,” I lied.Even though I wanted to tell him I was heading to a far-away island, I kept it to myself. I didn't need him following me there and r

DYLAN FONTANILLA’S POINT OF VIEW“You’re leaving early for what, exactly?”“Because my wife might be heading home,” I told Iverson, not looking up as I cleared my desk. I finally lifted my head to meet his gaze. “She’s probably on her way back now that Brielle’s finally come clean.”He arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. “Brielle’s confession? What did she say?”“That I’m not a cheater,” I answered flatly, giving a casual half-shrug.“You’re not a—what?” He stepped toward me, eyes widening in disbelief. “Wait, you actually didn't cheat on her?”This time, I was the one raising an eyebrow. “And you really thought I was capable of that? Really, Iverson? Kaia told me you believed her side of the story. Only Danielle and Maurice actually stood by me.”His jaw dropped, staring at me like I was a ghost. I just shook my head and patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, I’m not mad. Honestly, thank you for taking her side. She probab