When I was done and the night had grown quiet, I knew he’d still be awake. I went inside to have him sign the papers. But like a sick cycle, I walked in on something again.
Not sex this time. Just the aftermath.
Sasha gasped when she saw me, but she didn’t even bother pretending to be innocent.
“Darius is in the bathroom, Luna. Sorry for the mess,” she said, laughing as she glanced at their fluids spilled on the table. “Don’t be jealous, please. You know pregnant women… they’re more aggressive and needy.”
She giggled more and smirked at me. She opened her mouth again, maybe to mock me further, but Darius walked out of the bathroom.
He was shocked to see me there but pretended nothing’s wrong with the scene in front of us.
“Leave, Sasha. I need to speak with my wife,” he said.
Unlike earlier, she lowered her head like a scolded child and left quietly.
“Come here, Rosella. What’s your concern?”
When the door finally shut, I walked to his desk. I placed the two papers beside their mess.
“These are the separation and divorce papers, Darius. I signed them,” I said coldly.
His eyes widened. “Divorce papers? For who?”
I gave him an empty smile.