Oh no.
She sat up in a start, her eyes wide open, andoh dear.
Ryu was seated right in front of her, his dark gaze hooded, his lips pressed in a tight line, and his jaw clenched tight.
He had taken one of the wooden chairs piled up at the back of the shed, and as he leaned back and crossed one leg over the other, Summerinefinallyremembered one last but extremely important thing.
Oh no.
"Hello, Summerine."
She had asked him for a divorce this morning, and the thought had her croaking out in reply.
"H-Hello."
"I received a text from you this morning."
Summerine's mouth went dry. How could such asoftvoice sound so terrifyingly menacing at the same time?
"I was hoping it was an ill-thought prank."
Was that why he hadn't replied?
"But when I didn't hear from you again, well..."
Ryu's voice trailed off, but this alone felt as if she suddenly had the barrel of a gun pointed at her head.
"May I ask why you want a divorce?"
She slowly opened her mouth, but Summerine wasn't surprised when no words came out.
"Cat got your tongue?"
Ryu had her so frightened that even the act of thinking straight was a problem, much less string words together coherently. "I...I..."
"You're what?"
Cold sweat coated her skin at Ryu's biting tone.
Neverhad he spoken to her in this manner—-
"Having an affair behind my back?"
And the reason he did so was because he had clearly lost his mind!
