Looking at Charles's eternally cold but undeniably handsome face, Anna reflected on their past. She realized that, aside from her one-sided enthusiasm and Charles’s indifference, there wasn’t a single sweet memory to cherish.
Had there been even a small moment worth holding onto, perhaps she wouldn’t be so determined to divorce.
But now, recalling the scene of him hugging Annabelle outside the corridor, any lingering attachment she had to Charles was completely wiped away.
"Charles, it’s been over a year, and I’m truly exhausted."
She lowered her gaze, sighed, and for once, didn’t engage him in their usual battle of sarcasm or mockery.
"But I know that this marriage wasn’t just your fault. If I had refused when your grandfather forced you to marry me, neither of us would be in this s
