Elise Don was the first to want to end the standoff. She walked toward the door, but after only a few steps, as she passed by Oliver Bloom, he suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"Where are you going?" Oliver's voice was icy.
The love she had nurtured for four years ultimately proved she was merely Oliver Bloom's pet. He never regarded her with respect. The path she walked, twisted and torn by her struggles for him, led her to discover her life had sunk to a sunless sea floor or entered a chilling polar night.
The suffocating pain came from every cell.
Yet it still couldn't bring a breath of oxygen.
In that moment, Oliver was no longer her haven; instead, he became her reason to drift away.
When love reaches its limit, it snaps.
She said, "Yilri Garment, I don't want it... I won't go to France anymore, Oliver..."
"Let's divorce."
