I couldn't help but scoff internally. He still hadn’t changed. Always trying to control things, to make it seem like he was in charge of my well-being—when all along, he had been the source of my suffering.
He set the roses down on the bedside table, smiling as if everything was fine. "I brought your favorite—red roses. Don’t they look beautiful?"
I looked away, disgusted by his casual arrogance. But he didn’t seem to care about my cold response. Instead, He pulled a chair over and sat next to me, still smiling. "Come on, you’re still mad?"
"Siena is pregnant. Anything could’ve happened to her and the baby. Don’t be so petty."
"When you’re feeling better, I’ll take you shopping, okay? Buy whatever you want."
His tone was so indifferent, so dismissive. He truly believed that a few gifts and empty promises could fix everything—that I was just upset and would get over it soon.
How could he be so blind?
I didn’t even want to argue anymore. Just being near him made me sick.
"Colin," I said, my voice was steady but cold. "There’s nothing left to say. Let’s get a divorce."
Colin’s face darkened. “Eloise, are you seriously trying to use divorce as some twisted tactic to get attention?”