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~Eva’s POV
“You should start preparing your mind,” Dylan said, his voice flat. “This marriage is over. We’ll get a divorce.”
I turned slowly, blinking once.
He did not repeat himself. He just looked at me, calm in a way that felt cruel. “You heard me.”
I scoffed, a short, sharp sound that surprised even me. “Oh. I heard you. You said it earlier.”
He crossed his arms. “Good. Then focus on Ronan. That’s all that matters now.”
Something ugly twisted in my stomach.
“So that’s it?” I asked. “You say it like you’re telling me the weather.”
“I’m not doing this again, Eva,” he replied. “No drama. No begging. Just… acceptance.”
I laughed then. Not because it was funny, but because if I didn’t laugh, I might scream. “You think you can just drop this and walk away?”
“I’m not walking awa
