In truth, she had secretly carried a child for someone else behind my back.
Athena gave no explanation; she simply severed a bodyguard’s hand right in front of me. The bloody hand dropped at my feet, and she lifted her brow, her voice sharp as steel.
“If you can’t even guard things properly, then this hand is of no use!”
I sneered and slammed the divorce papers against her face.
“Cut the crap. Sign them.”
She only smiled. “I said, until death we will never divorce.”
“If you want to leave me, then see if you dare kill me!”
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When we were eighteen, we had vowed to share life and a grave together.
Yet only now did I realize pure love could turn, and even the most beautiful vows could wither away. And once they withered, they deserved to be destroyed.
I slid the knife I had hidden beneath the sofa into my hand and lunged at her neck.
She did not flinch; she leaned toward the blade. At the last instant, I twisted my wrist, and the knife sank deep into her shoulder, holding fast.
She smiled, though the hand gripping the knife trembled slightly.
“What? You can’t do it?”
“Waylon Gasper, after all we’d been through, did we need to come to this over such a small matter?”