“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.

the next day, they

proposed, “We should collect our IDs before heading

she added, “We still have an

divorce, still

mirrored the frigid weather outside, as icy as the

so fierce that his knuckles turned ghostly white. In

the villa, fetched their IDs, and got

the drive to

a heavy silence

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