"Let's get a divorce."
Evelyn Wilson spoke those five words with calm composure.
Alexander Scott paused in the act of placing his watch on the cabinet.
He turned his head, his emotionless gaze falling on Evelyn. He looked at her silently, and the temperature in the room plummeted to freezing.
Evelyn's hands, resting on her lap, curled up, clutching the fabric of her dress. She lowered her thick eyelashes, her head slightly bowed, her long hair cascading down, and her fair and bright face enveloped in shadow, "Back then, I used every means to force you to marry me. You've always known my motives were impure, no matter why you married me, I'm very grateful."
"Perhaps even heaven couldn't tolerate my unscrupulous ways, so it took back my child as punishment. Now everything is over, I want to go home."
"I'm giving your freedom back to you, hoping you will meet someone who genuinely cares for you."
