I Accepted Divorce, But My Don Panicked
Maybe we did love each other once.
But our love didn't stand a chance against the daily venom of another woman, or his deep-rooted, arrogant obsession with power.
"Cassius," I said calmly. "I want a divorce."
The air froze.
Cassius's grip loosened. He took a step back, sheer disbelief flashing in his eyes.
"What did you say?"
"A divorce," I repeated, my tone deadpan. "I'm divorcing you."
His face darkened like a gathering storm.
"You're threatening me with divorce because you don't want to learn high society rules?" His voice carried a suffocating weight. "Scarlett, I overestimated you. I thought you had a spine."