HARPER
"Did you really want to divorce me?"
I looked up from the papers I'd been skimming to find Dominic watching me, his hands clasped under his chin, eyes fixed on mine.
I set the papers aside. "Were you afraid I would?"
A faint smile tugged at my lips, but his reaction erased it instantly.
Dominic scoffed. His gaze sharpened, jaw tightening. "Barely."
Barely.
So I was the only one who cared. The only one losing sleep over it. I let out a soft breath, swallowing back the sting. After all, I'd been the fool who'd blurted out how I felt last night.
"I'm just curious," he added. "You said you wanted revenge. So… are you satisfied now?"
"No," I answered honestly. "I'm not."
But not because of revenge. I wanted more of this—of us. Even if I knew, I might never have it.
"Hmm," Dominic murmured. Silence stretched between us before he spoke again.
"What happened that night, Harper? At the cinema."
