I remembered the way he spat, “If you’re still alive today, then count yourself lucky. But don’t expect me to ever show mercy again. Locking you up would be a waste of resources. One day, you’ll kneel and beg me for forgiveness.”
With her hate-filled eyes burning into him, he carried me away. That night, for the first time, he cried in front of me. He whispered “sorry” over and over, as though he’d failed me by letting her live.
But tonight, on the ride home, he didn’t call me once.
Instead, I saw his friends posting updates, sharing his interactions with Arabella.
Turned out, after I left, their atmosphere wasn’t nearly as hostile.
Marianne's POV
Maybe the truth was, they had already made peace a long time ago. And I was the only one still holding on to all of this like a fool.
With that in mind, I called my best friend, Colette Montgomery, who happened to be a lawyer, and asked her to draft a divorce agreement for me.
When she heard I wanted a divorce, she was shocked. “What did Gideon do? Did he hit you?”
“No. He treats me well,” I said quietly, then gave her a brief explanation.