LILA

"But if you have no problem with me now, why can't we be a real couple?" I grasped his wrist just as he tried to walk away.

His breath hitched at my touch—it always does. That’s why I never touched him unless it was necessary. But now, I need answers. I can’t keep pretending anymore.

"Lila, let go of my hand," he said coldly, his eyes drifting away from me. My heart ached.

"So you’re not even going to call me Angel anymore, huh?" A tear slipped down my cheek as I stepped closer, placing my free hand on his chest.

He closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling heavily with each breath under my palm. Why is he acting like this again? I thought we were…

"Lila Grace, I said, LEAVE MY DAMN HAND." He yanked his hand away harshly, and I flinched.

His eyes, though filled with unshed tears, remained guarded—like if even one escaped, it would shatter the image he had built.

My hand trembled against his chest before I slowly pulled it back, clenching my fists at my sides to hold in my tears.

His expression stayed cold, just like it was when we first met. Like I was nothing but a burden to him.

Am I a burden to him now? Again?

"Lila, I won’t repeat myself. You’re my wife on paper only, and as of tomorrow, not even that. We’re getting divorced. End of discussion."

I stared at him in disbelief, my heart splintering into pieces inside me. My tears, sparkling under the dim lights as they trailed down my face, were the only proof of my pain.

But he remained unmoved—standing there as if this situation was just another business deal, another mafia mission for him.

"Just answer me one thing," I whispered, my gaze dropping to the floor. I couldn’t bear to look into those icy, emotionless eyes anymore.

"What?" His voice was sharp, loud enough to echo through our silent bedroom.

Oops—not ours anymore. Just his.

"Did you ever love me?"

A pause.

Then—

"No."