I Divorced You Now You Beg (Thalia and Darion) novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84

Darion’s eyes lingered on her for a moment before he reached out, taking her bag from her as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Then he slipped his hand into hers and started leading her toward the exit.

Thalia’s expression remained cold. She tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened.

He didn’t let go until they were out of the building and he’d guided her into the car.

When are you moving back to Rosewood Manor?” Darion asked as he started the engine.

Thalia turned her head toward the window, her voice flat. “I’m fine where I am. Not moving.”

“Alright,” he said evenly. “Then I’ll move in with you.”

She whipped her head around, glaring at him. “No.”

Darion glanced at her. “Why not? We’re married. Living apart isn’t good for the relationship.”

Thalia almost laughed. Yesterday, he’d ignored her when she needed him, and today he wanted to talk about nurturing their marriage.

The mockery in her eyes was too sharp, so Darion looked away, fixing his gaze on the road ahead. When he spoke again, his voice was lower and colder. “Thalia, we’re not getting divorced. That means we need to find our way back to how things.

were.”

There’s no going back,” she said, her tone hard.

His jaw tightened. A familiar restlessness coiled in his chest.

Why not?’ he thought. ‘She agreed to stay married, didn’t she? That means she still wants this. Still wants us.’

His knuckles whitened around the steering wheel, veins visible against his skin. The air inside the car grew thick, suffocating.

“Pull over,” Thalia said abruptly. “I want out.”

Darion slammed the brakes, pulling to the curb, but the doors stayed locked. He turned to her, something raw beneath the surface. “Is this how it’s going to be? You’re really going to fight me on everything?”

Thalia met his gaze with cold indifference. “You say you want to make this work, but nothing you do suggests you actually mean it.

“You’re still playing chauffeur to Miya. Yesterday, when it was pouring, I stood there waving at your car, and you just drove past like I wasn’t even there. Then today you have the nerve to talk about making things work between us.”

She gave a bitter laugh. “Come on, Darion. You can’t even hear yourself.”

He seemed frozen for a moment, then said quietly, “I didn’t see you.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Her voice was flat, final. “Here’s the thing. The moment you decided she was your responsibility, we were already done. We’ve just been going through the motions until now.”

“How many times do I have to explain this? She’s my sister-in-law. There’s nothing between us.” Darion’s voice tightened with frustration as he grabbed her wrist. “Thalia, we’ve been together eight years. You really think I’m capable of something like that?”

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His grip was hard enough to hurt Thalia went still for a moment, taking in the sharp, tamilar angles of his face the same face she d woken up next to for nearly a decade.

Something bitter bloomed in her chest. She pulled in a breath before answering. “I never used to

Thalia!” His voice dropped to something between a growl and a plea. He pressed her back against the seat, eyes burning.

‘She actually believes it, he thought, the realization hitting like a physical blow. After everything, she actually believes id do

that to her’

For weeks now, she’d been impossible, distant, hostile, throwing every obstacle she could find in his path just to force his hand on the divorce.

“I swear, I could kill you,” he ground out.

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