(Tyron's POV)
I roar until my throat is raw, until I taste blood, and I vow to make them pay, both of them, for every second of humiliation they've put me through.
I stumble to my feet, ignoring the pain radiating through my ribs where Aaron's fists connected, ignoring the blood dripping from my split lip, and I go to my bedroom.
The divorce papers are sitting on my desk where I left them this morning, mocking me, reminding me that I was going to end this marriage, was going to be rid of Sanya once and for all.
I tear the divorce papers to shreds, ripping them into smaller and smaller pieces until they're nothing but confetti on my floor, and with each tear I make a promise to myself.
I vow to never let her escape my clutches, to never let her run off with that bastard Aaron, to never
