ANGEL “Sign it,” my husband, Gideon, pressed, sliding the paper toward me.My gaze fell to the document, and the familiar ache settled deep in my chest the moment I saw what it was.Divorce agreement.I had seen those many times already. Throughout our marriage, it had become a routine. And, as always, it ended in only one way: he would ask, and I would always refuse.“No,” I said, steady despite the tightness in my throat.He let out a sharp breath and leaned back in his chair. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were dark with irritation, looking as though he could kill me with a stare.“Damn it, Angel.” His fingers raked through his hair. “Why won’t you let me go?”I averted my eyes from him. My foot tapped against the floor, the nervous habit betraying me. My hands twisted together above my thighs, holding myself in place.“If you’re hoping time would somehow make me fall for you, stop deluding yourself. Don’t keep your hopes high. I would never love you. Not then, not tomorrow, n
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