My heart skipped a beat as I turned over to look at his face. The hazy moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating his deep, clear eyes that now shimmered with unshed tears.
My own eyes widened in shock.
Was he... actually crying?
"Don't look."
He covered my eyes with his hand, clearly embarrassed at being caught in such a vulnerable moment.
"It's not... a good look. Just don't..."
The old saying goes that real men don't shed tears easily. The fact that he was crying now might just prove his apology was sincere.
I remained silent.
"Helen, let's get divorced," he suddenly said.
The cold moonlight washed over us like water, yet my heart remained eerily calm. "Why?" I asked.
He didn't answer.
But I already knew.
Ever since that d
