"Have you thought this through? If news of our divorce gets out, Nana will be heartbroken. You shouldn't have agreed. Sometimes, refusing is the better option—it would give her peace of mind."
Alexander let out a cold sneer. "Then why didn't you refuse?"
I met his gaze, my expression calm. "I'm not the one asking for a divorce. Why should I be the one to take the blame?"
"You want it too," he shot back. "What's the difference?"
"I didn't ask for a divorce," I repeated, my tone firmer this time.
A brief silence followed.
I didn't want to argue anymore, so I looked away. "I have plans for the day, so just make sure you're on time for the concert."
"Fine by me."
He turned his gaze toward the window, ending the conversation.
Silence filled the car once again.
I stared out the window, watching the scenery blur past, but my thoughts were anything but calm. The memory of the lake—the cold water, the suffocating panic—came rushing back.
