Maeve's POVHuxley said, "Maeve, let's go upstairs and talk."I followed him upstairs. Unlike Rosalie, he had never liked discussing private matters in front of other people.Looking at our bedroom, I suddenly felt exhausted.Huxley was always busy with work. Sometimes, he only came home once every ten days or even two weeks. After Imogen returned to the country, he came home even less.Thinking about it, we had already gone three months without seeing each other.It was ridiculous."What are you laughing at?" Huxley asked, looking puzzled.I shook my head. None of that mattered anymore."Let's get a divorce.""I'll talk to my mother and tell her to not give you a hard time."The two sentences came out almost simultaneously.I froze. Huxley's eyes widened too, and he frowned. He asked, "What did you say?"I took a deep breath and repeated myself, "Huxley, I want a divorce."A flicker of barely perceptible panic crossed his eyes. "No," he said it almost instinctively.
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