"I don't like unclear situations." Jaxton squinted at me as if searching for something on my face. "Tell me the answer. If the answer satisfies me, I'll tear up this contract."
My heart skipped a beat. A dull pain in my chest made it hard to breathe.
I thought, "The answer.
What is the answer?
My answer will never satisfy him."
"Dumbstruck?" Jaxton grabbed my chin, his intense gaze piercing. "Why divorce? Give me a reason."
I wanted to speak, but my throat felt blocked.
"Taylor, think clearly before you speak. You don't always get a chance."
"I've already explained. It's just that the high life is boring, the pressure is immense, and I don't love you as before. I don't want to continue. I've thought this through for a long time!"
I finished my sentence in one go, fearing I would break down in tears.
"Jaxton, I don't love you anymore. You're not so hung up to keep pestering, are you?"
Of course, Jaxton wasn't one to hold on.
He stared at me intensely for half a minute, then turned and walked away.
Watching his retreating figure, I felt drained, leaning against a marble pillar, holding back tears.
I don't know how I made it back to my room. I just felt my shattered life collapse once more.