Love Is Never Eternal

"Where are you?"

Anne did not respond, and the cool breeze poured in through the slightly open car door.

Even such a small sound was caught by Connor. His voice, laced with certainty, asked, "Did you go home?"

He immediately added, "Don't come in, wait outside for me."

Just through the phone, Anne could even tell that Connor was putting on his coat. His footsteps were hurried, but it seemed he was trying to stop her from entering, afraid that Anne would frighten Felicia.

Connor left the villa, and only when he reached the corner did he spot Anne's car.

Hearing the footsteps, Anne looked over at him. Her gaze was filled with disappointment, but more than that, it was calm.

Connor's temples throbbed painfully twice. That look in her eyes was exactly the same as the one she had given him the night he forcefully kissed her after her coming-of-age ceremony.

"I'll take her away tomorrow," said Connor, pulling open the car door. In a tone that suggested negotiation, he asked, "Can you stay somewhere else tonight?"

Anne gripped her phone tightly. "When are you going to tell her that you're already married?"

Connor instinctively wanted to avoid answering, but he bent down and single-handedly moved Anne into the passenger seat, then took the driver's seat himself.

"I'll stay somewhere else with you."

The car drove all the way to the hotel.

Anne stared out the window, silent.

However, just before getting out of the car, she suddenly turned her head and spoke each word clearly, "Connor, if you won't say it, we'll divorce."

At the sound of the word 'divorce', Connor froze for a moment.

"Are you serious?"

Anne did not answer. Connor's vague attitude hurt her, and she feared that if she spoke, her tears would spill uncontrollably.

She got out of the car and ignored Connor behind her, only thinking of getting as far away from him as possible.

However, Connor quickly caught up and grabbed her hand. "Anne, in a while, when Felicia... When Felicia's condition stabilizes, I'll tell her."

Anne looked at the man in the elevator mirror. In his rush, he had not fastened the buttons on his shirt, leaving four or five undone and exposing a small patch of his body.

After three years of marriage, Connor had always kept his shirt buttons fully fastened in front of her. It was Anne who always initiated their once-a-week moment of intimacy.

She clenched her palm tightly. When the elevator doors opened, she jerked her hand out of Connor's grasp. "In a while, huh? If your girlfriend wants to kiss you and sleep with you, you wouldn't refuse, would you?"