A Divorce?

“mi esposa es hermosa.” Alex complimented and she found herself smiling lightly.

“gracias.” Blakeley responded.

“Come on.” He muttered and held her hand, they both walked out of the house. The environment was empty, Alex dismissed everyone including the guards and chauffeur.

“Which car should we take?” He asked as they got to the cars and Blakeley turned to him.

He wants her to pick? Since when does her opinion matter?

“Anyone I guess.” She replied and he pulled her to one. All of his cars were black, it seems like he isn't a fan of other colours.

They both walked into it and Blakeley breathed out. She didn't want to get excited about what was happening. It's Alex, he can switch up anytime and besides, she was still mad at him for what he did.

“Is it really a good idea for me to be going out? I mean, isn't the press not still outside?” She asked.

“You don't have to worry about that.” He replied and she nodded in response.

He ignited the car and drove out of the mansion, there was