"I wanted to wait to tell you this, but since we're already here, I won't beat around the bush." He straightened his posture. "Katherine, let's get a divorce. I know you love me to death, that you think you can't survive without me, but in this life, I will not let Caroline down again. I intend to spend the rest of my life with her."
The man wore a look of such deep, self-righteous devotion that laughter bubbled out of me—pure, bitter absurdity. "You want to marry Caroline Henson? Do you truly not care how society will judge you?"
"It was because I cared too much about public opinion in my last life that Caroline had to bear the burden alone." His jaw set with conviction. "In this life, I will give her a title. I will give our child a legitimate status. I am willing to stand beside her against the world!"
What a touching confession. I almost wanted to applaud his delusion.
"Since you two are so deeply in love, I certainly wouldn't want to be the villain who separates a pair of soulmates." My tone stayed flat, bored. "If you want a divorce, fine. If you want me to bury that surveillance video, that's fine too."