Winona put heavy emphasis on the word "divorce," her tone laced with unmistakable sarcasm.
But Tyson didn't even notice. He was too stunned, his mind reeling from the shock that Winona—of all people—would ever mention divorce.
"Nona, what… what are you talking about?"
Winona, saying something like that to him? In his world, that was simply impossible.
She didn't bother repeating herself. Instead, she just fixed him with a steady, calm gaze.
It took a long while before Tyson finally gathered his senses. He ran a hand across his brow and gave a rueful laugh. "Nona, I get that you're upset, but this is going too far. We've been together for so long, and we finally got married—how can you throw out the word ‘divorce' like it means nothing?"
Before Winona could respond, he plowed ahead. "I know these last few weeks have been hard on you. Especially what happened this morning—that was my fault."
"You don't have to say any more." Winona's laugh was cold, sharp. "I've made myself clear. I want to end things."
She hadn't brought it up before, not right away—not while she was still investigating the car accident, afraid that confronting Tyson too soon would tip her hand.
But now, she'd found nothing at his side, no clues, and the only witness who really mattered was already dead. And she'd realized that Tyson seemed utterly confident about whatever secrets he was hiding about the accident; even if she brought up leaving, he wouldn't suspect a thing.
So now, she could finally say it.
No matter what, they'd really been together. If she was going to end it, she owed him a clear, definitive break—better to cut ties now, before things got even messier.



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