“I appreciate that.”

“No need for thanks…” Tyrone meant to add, “You’re my wife.” But he couldn’t bring himself to voice it.

Despite their three-year marriage, he had plenty of chances to call her his wife. But he had never done it.

And now, he wasn’t qualified to say so.

In a desperate hope, Tyrone wished the snowfall would continue indefinitely, so they could remain here, far from their tainted past.

And they could stay away from the imminent divorce.

But this was mere wishful thinking.

The snow ceased overnight.

next day, they started their journey

proposed, “We should collect our

wristwatch, she added, “We still have an hour.

for divorce, still felt a punch to his gut. His chest

frigid weather outside, as icy as the

so fierce that his knuckles turned ghostly white.

back to the villa, fetched their IDs, and got back in

the drive to the

a

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