But when I laid the divorce papers before her and calmly reviewed every clause, her eyes immediately welled with tears.
“No. I won’t get divorced.”
Primrose clung to me tightly. “Did you forget? When we vowed, I promised, death do us part, but never divorce.”
My heart was shredded by a thousand knives, each slice agonizing, yet I forced my face to remain calm.
“Carson, you forgave me two years ago. Our bond is strong. We can weather this storm together.”
Primrose was so certain. I sneered with cold disdain.
Even now, she believed I was angry and asking for a divorce just because I found out about the child.
But Primrose had no clue that Gideon had secretly reached out to me, arranging a meeting at a café.
He had thrown those private photos right in my face.
Now, I pulled the photos from my bag and laid them out one by one before Primrose.
With every photo I revealed, her complexion drained further, paling like a fading shadow.
“Primrose, do you still think the child is the only problem here?”
Her disbelief was plain, her voice trembling ever so slightly.
“Carson, where did you get these photos?”
“Was it Gideon?”