Braelyn's POV
The way he swore made it seem like he was such a devoted husband. I almost laughed.
"Till death do us part?" I repeated our wedding vows with an arched brow. Despite the anger simmering in me, I was unusually calm about everything.
Too calm. Even Raphael looked uncomfortable. He had no intention of ever letting me go. It felt more like an obsession than love. "You have no idea how ridiculous that sounds," I sneered at him.
He drew in a deep breath, trying to bring everything under control when it clearly was not. He walked around the desk to approach me. I did not back away. I just stared at him intently.
"Please do not mention divorce, Lynn," he pleaded, grabbing my hand. His hold was firm, but I felt the slight trembling in his grip. "I know things are messed up, but we can fight this together."
I did not say anything at first. I just stared at him. He was not screaming or lashing out, aware of how fragile the situation was.
