When we arrived back at the villa, Alexander removed his coat, hung it neatly on the rack, and casually placed the car keys on the table.
I sat down quietly on the sofa while he walked into the kitchen. A few moments later, he returned carrying a cup of coffee for himself and a glass of warm water for me.
"What was it you wanted to tell me?" he asked casually before taking a sip of his coffee.
I looked at him calmly.
"Let's divorce, Alexander."
The moment the words left my mouth, Alexander froze.
The cup slipped from his hand and shattered against the floor. The scalding coffee spilled over his fingers before soaking into his trousers, but he seemed completely unaware of it.
He only stared at me clearly in disbelief.
"What did you say?"
"I said… let's divorce."
I met his eyes steadily as I repeated the words.
When he still remained silent, I continued softly,
