Ace continued to look at with wide, unblinking eyes. He opened his mouth to say sothing, but no words erged from his lips. For a mont our gazes fought.
Finally he gave up and lowered his gaze on the divorce papers on top of the table.
"Is this what you really want?" He asked, raising his head again until his eyes caught my own, as though he was begging to reconsider.
"It's what's best for us," I replied firmly, looking him straight in the eyes.
"Then there's nothing I can do, Phoenix. If it makes you happy, then who am I to deny what you want?" Ace picked up the divorce papers and handed them to together with a pen.
I swallowed hard and took the papers from him. My fingers gripped the pen until it turned white. On the outside I looked composed, but truth be told, I was tearing apart on the inside.
Ace and I had shared five years of marriage, and it wasn't easy for to let go. But if I don't let go, I cannot start afresh, and an innocent child will grow up without a father. I could never live in peace with that in my mind.
I took a deep breath, pushed away all the doubts in my mind and finally put my signature on the dotted line. When I'm done, I imdiately let go of the pen as if it burned my skin.
"Promise again that you will never bother after this."
Ace did not reply. He simply looked at for quite a long ti. There was no visible emotion on his face, making unable to guess what was running through his mind as he looked at . Just when I thought he had gone mute, he finally spoke.
"I promised you, Phoenix," he murmured.
An awkward silence had fallen between us. To keep myself occupied, I picked the mug and lifted it to my lips. Ace did the sa. He picked his own coffee and took a sip. He made no move to touch the divorce papers.
I turned my gaze to the window to avoid eting his eyes.
The rain poured heavily, slightly flooding the cent pavent with water. There was no sign it will stop soon.
I lifted my cup to my lips, but I was surprised to find it empty. I clearly drank too quickly to keep myself occupied. With no choice, I lowered my cup back to the table, accidentally eting eyes with Ace.
He was still staring at , but his blank expression gave no clue what he was thinking inside. Then my eyes dropped to his cup and saw he had finished drinking it too.
How awkward. What was I doing, still sitting with him as though we were out on a date? I got what I ca for.
"Please excuse , Mr. Greyson. There is a list of things I have to do." I gathered myself together and rose from my seat. "I have signed the divorce papers and there is no reason for to linger here."
"I will drive you ho." He offered, retrieving the divorce papers and securing them inside his briefcase before rising from his seat.
"Please don't bother. I'm fine with taking a cab to drive ho." I declined.
"No. I will drive you ho." It was not a plea, but an order.
He rose from his seat in an epito of strength and manliness. I found every woman inside the cafe looking at him. Ace could always command attention without noticing it. Or perhaps he noticed it but did not care, and that made him more attractive to won.
"I can go ho on my own," I insisted, wanting to spend the next few minutes alone. I might break down any mont soon and I didn't want him to see the tears.
"Don't be stubborn." He took hold of my wrist and pulled to the door to make sure I would not escape.
"Let go, Ace." I spat, irritated. He did not need to treat like a child.
"Don't make a scene." He hissed.
"If you don't let go, I will make a scene." I threatened, seriously pissed off by his demanding attitude.
"Make a scene then and we will end as tomorrow's headlines." He looked at nacingly, calling my bluff. He knew I hated to attract undue attention.
I swallowed hard. My eyes surveyed the length of the coffee shop. All eyes were looking in our direction, and so people even had their phones out.
"Fine," I replied, gritting my teeth angrily. Ace, knowing that he won, pulled to the door, and I was forced to obediently follow.
I took a deep breath, reminding myself that I just had to endure his presence for the next few minutes. After this we would not not see each other, since we both signed the divorce agreent. That thought did not stop from glaring at his back.
He did not let go of my wrist even after we reached his car. He opened the door and after that, he finally let go so that he could sit in the driver's seat. Once he sat down, he turned to look at .
"Do you hate so much, Phoenix, that you don't even want to send you ho? Do you want to get rid of so badly?"
The nerve of this man to sound wronged after all he did to !
"Ace, do you really want to hear how much I hate you now?" I hissed with a clenched fist. Every ti I looked at him, all I could think of were the five years I wasted on loving him.
He returned all my love and devotion with pain and heartbreak.
"I deserve to know Phoenix. No matter how painful it sounds, I must hear it from your own lips."
I smiled, but it was not a radiant smile. It was a smile of pain and bitterness. "Hundreds and thousands of words exist in the dictionary, but I can't seem to find the right words to describe how much I hate you now." I whispered, with angry tears in my eyes.
"How dare you even ask this, after what you did to !"
"Will you be happy if I'm gone in your life?" He asked softly. His red-rimd eyes mirrored mine.
"Yes." I replied without a second thought.
"Kill then." He said. I stared blankly at him, thinking he was joking.
Before I could reply, Ace reached into the compartnt of his car, and reached for sothing cool and tallic.
It was a gun.
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