"Did you come back to get a divorce?" he asked.

"If you think I am here to kill you, then think that way," I said.

I opened the door and the early autumn wind chilled my burning body. I shivered in the wind.

"I'd rather want you to come back to kill me," he said, his voice was colder than the wind, which was not cold, but desolate.

"Desiree!" he called me as gently as ever, but I pretended not to hear him, walking quickly towards the bright hotel door.

"Desiree ...