Chapter Two
One moment, Leonidaswas already envisioning their future together—
And then the next moment, his world came came crashing back down.
“I still want a divorce.“
Because apparently, nothing had changed, with her words catching him off guard and causing his grip on her wrist to loosen. “What do you mean you still want a divorce?”
Despair squeezed her heart. So, so many things she wanted to say. So, so many things she were feeling. But instead, she heard herself stammer, “I...I n-need to rest.”
Leonidas didn’t even have a chance to respond, with his wife actually running—running!—past him, her sensible flats slapping against marble, dark hair escaping its careful arrangement, before locking herself inside her suite like a child trying to escape her parent’s scolding.
Sovará? Seriously?
It would have made him laugh, this glimpse of the stubborn girl her mother had once warned him about.
And it would have...if she had not asked him for a divorce.
Twice.
The unmistakable click of a lock followed, the sound snapping him out of his senses, and Leonidas’ lips tightened.
In mere moments, he had crossed the living room in measured strides, his footsteps unhurried despite the unfamiliar tension coiling in his chest. The guest room door was solid oak. Italian craftsmanship. Built to last generations.
He could break it down if he wanted to.
His knuckles rapped against the wood instead.
“We are not finished talking, Lexina.”
Silence.
“I am aware that you can hear me.”
More silence.
“Lexina—”
“We can talk tomorrow.” Her voice was muffled through the door, but the strain underscoring her words was still evident. “I need to rest.”
