Chapter 8

He took me to upscale restaurants, treating me to gourmet meals, yacht rides, and breathtaking views.

After two weeks of this, he finally broke down.

"Why?!"

His handsome face contorted with anguish.

"No matter what I do, you won't give me even the slightest emotional response."

"Ivy, what more do you want from me?"

"I truly know I was wrong!"

"What man in this world hasn't made mistakes? We've been together for six years, how can you not forgive me just this once?"

I pulled out another divorce agreement from under the coffee table.

"Divorce," I said.

My calm and emotionless attitude finally pushed Dashiell over the edge. He grabbed my throat and pinned me to the bed.

"Isn't this what you wanted? For me to sleep with you?"

"I'll give you what you want."

Our clothes were torn off.

I felt suffocated, my legs thrashing wildly.

Dashiell paid no attention to my struggles.

All I could think was how disgusting this man was!

"Let me go!"