‘Micah, even the strongest passion can fade,’ Darya said solemnly. ‘I did give you a chance. I gave us a chance, for three years.’
She looked into the distance, lost in thought. ‘It’s funny how you are calling me almost every other day now that we are divorced. While we were married, I couldn’t get hold of you no matter how many times I tried.’
Micah tried to explain, ‘That was before I knew—’
‘Whenever I contacted you at your office,’ Darya continued as if she didn’t hear him. ‘it’s always the same replies—“Mr Cavanaugh’s busy right now.” “Mr Cavanaugh’s in a meeting at the moment.” “Mr Cavanaugh doesn’t have time for you.”’
Darya smiled bitterly. ‘It took me almost six months to get the message—you didn’t want to be bothered by me.’
Micah knitted his brows. ‘You called m
