Avery’s POV
“I need a divorce, Gideon.”
My words hung in the air between us, his face so immobile it could have been carved in ice. Despite the heaviness of my words, the rejection and abandonment I felt from him for leaving me to die when the Rogue King was trying to take me, he was still so breathtakingly handsome to look at.
It hurt to stare at someone I cared for so much and to feel so utterly convinced that he felt nothing similar for me in return. How many times had he given me some small sign, some small touch or gesture, or danced with me, only for it to dissolve away to nothing?
I was exhausted of this dance between us. My heart was no longer just bruised and aching from the constant misunderstandings. Now it was badly wounded, bleeding out, and still he would not give me w
