Only You Can Be my Wife: Let me go Mr. Clayton

ever it is that you have to say it quick I need to get somewhere.

Her words pierced the air like a dagger, and her clenched fists emphasized every point

of her words had simply rolled off his back. He turned his gaze to her met her fiery eyes with a detached calmness and that inf

life to live tell me whate

wonder what life it was” h

nd I have chosen to live life wit

you do the listening, we have things to discuss I understand we’ve been apart

ng straight to court and formally end this joke we call marriage, o

s face contorted, and his eyes with anger. He responded with a dismissive laugh,

r gentle facade shattered, "For better or worse, Felix? Is this your idea of 'worse'? You've pushed me to my limits. I de

want a divorce? He said and with a

say” she asked

hand to blow some air to her face to ease the stuffiness in her body with a smug

ot taken any action

ontact you” she muttered and she wasn’t lying

ur marriage? Just like that? In

aised eyebrows. “The marriage has ended

our marriage ended” he asked angrily “Oh, I know because you always look for who to blame for whatever it

hat you, of all people would betray me when I needed you the most

tion. His brows furrowed, creating shadow that seemed to darken his piercing eyes. Th

ne. His jaw clenched, and his nostrils flared with every breath, like a bull ready to charge. The

t and rage. The words tumbled out, each syllable punctuated by an underlying fury, as he

ze as her eyes were like emerald flames, scorching everything in their path. “I’m not blind, I saw you holding her in your arms, I fucking know wh

e family friends when growing up and she is still my close friend I told y

r, don't you think a minor detail like that should not b

ctful boundary when it comes to past relationships, I don’t want to bring her up in our convers