Amelia POV

“I want a divorce, Maxwell.”

I didn’t scream it. I didn’t whisper it. I just said it. Firm. Final. Like I meant it.

Because I did, or maybe I lied to myself, but it was better than accepting it.

The words had sat on my tongue for days, bitter and burning. Now that they were out, floating in the silence between us, I expected something. A gasp. A denial. A laugh, maybe. Even a fight or maybe a yes.

But nothing came.

He didn’t say a word.

I stood in the doorway of his home ...