Celeste’s POV:
It was almost midnight when I had entered the Manor, and my heels clicked against the marble floor as I clutched the divorce papers tightly against my chest. The finality of this marriage just seems so cold and uncanny now, and I told myself that these last few months have only been an illusion, nothing else.
I figure this can only go one way, badly, and once this arrangement is over, it's over; we'll have nothing binding us together, in any form, ever again. I was about to walk up the staircase when Joseph's voice stopped me.
"He's in his study," he held out his hand to take my coat. I could sense something off in his tone, but I didn't care. They all betrayed me, including him.
I force a smile on my face, raking my manicured red nails through my long curl
