Viya's POV
I didn't believe a single word.
The phrasing had Caesar's personal style written all over it—provocative, exaggerated, designed to get a reaction.
Though if Lucius actually felt that way, I'd consider it a blessing. One less complication in my already messy life.
When I didn't respond, Caesar's lips curved into that infuriating smirk. "Heartbroken?"
"Heartbroken about what, exactly?" I shot back, matching his sarcasm with my own. "At least I've been married once. What about you? All you can do is keep your sweetheart's photo hidden in your wallet."
The words tumbled out before I could stop them, petty and sharp.
"I never realized you were the type to take the suffering-in-silence approach to romance," I continued, warming to my theme. "So noble. So tragica
