Maxwell POV

The room was silent again. Not the peaceful kind. The kind that screamed in your ears, filled every corner, made you aware of your own breathing. And yet, all I could think about was her voice from the night before.

“I want a divorce, Maxwell.”

I hadn’t been asleep. Not really.

I heard her walk in. Heard the words fall from her lips like something she’d practiced a dozen times before saying it. There was no shaking in her voice. No tears. Just that firm, final tone that cut ...