Divorce.
Again.
Huttonâs mind raced, replaying those suggestive messages from another man.
Why now? Did she have someone else?
âValeria, have you ever loved me? Because if there wasnât love, then saying divorce comes easy.
â
Valeria remained silent, her fingers digging into the sheets.
Bitterness gnawed at Hutton.
âSay something!â
He yearned for her to confess her love, anything to salvage this.
Butâ¦
âNo,â she finally whispered, her voice devoid of emotion.
âIt was a whim.
I never loved you.
â
Huttonâs eyes were bloodshot.
âSeriously? Look at me.
Tell me thatâs not true!â
Valeria took a fortifying breath and met his gaze.
âIt is the truth.
We were a mistake.
I met you, the wrong person at the wrong time.
We need a divorce, Hutton.
â
Huttonâs stare held a fierce intensity, his bloodshot eyes brimming with a dark resolve.
Pride coursed through him like a roaring flame.
He could weather her fury and withstand the chill of her indifference.
But the notion that his wife harbored no love for him ignited a firestorm within.
Her words implied that their marriage held no significance beyond a trivial affair, a regrettable error with an ill-suited partner.
In light of this realization, he resolved to grant her desire.
âOnce youâre out of here, weâll finalize the divorce!â
Huttonâs declaration dripped with acrimony before he turned abruptly, exiting the room with a forceful slam of the door.
The echoing sound faded, leaving Valeria alone, her grip tightening around the food container as a solitary tear mingled with its contents.
It wasnât that she lacked any feelings for him.
Rather, their bond had always felt not strong enough, incapable of sustaining their union.
Outside, since Brian had endured a sleepless night, Rosalynn wisely suggested they call Edwin for a safer ride to Betsyâs ward so that Brian didnât have to drive while fatigued.
Agreeing, Brian heeded her advice, prioritizing their well-being above all else.