*Gabe’s POV*

“Now do I call you my ex-husband or my future husband?” Olivia asked, laughing, as I led her out of Babilônia, our fingers intertwined.

“Neither. You’re my wife, not ex, not future. We haven’t signed the divorce, forgot?”

“And… well… are you going to want to sign?”

“From what I remember, *I* didn’t want to sign. You were the one who wanted to be free of me.”

“Hmm…” She lowered her head, seeming thoughtful, holding my hand with both ...