Chapter Ninety-One

Lauren's POV

The morning sun filtered through the light curtains of the living room, casting its soft glow on the floor. The house was always quiet, but it held a different air this time, as if it sensed the gravity of the occasion.

I sat on a couch as I thought about all the emotions that had swayed in the house, and now, it felt like a mausoleum, holding the remnants of a life that I was about to leave behind.

Damien had told me not to come back to the house after I left, and I had agreed. There was no use, arguing about it.

Damien paced back and forth, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. It was quite obvious that he hadn’t slept much the night before.

“This divorce is the right decision,” he said to me as he stopped walking and looked at me, “yet the finality of it all weighs so heavily on me. I want you to know that I am extremely sorry.”

I stared blankly at the coffee table, detached and left with nothing to say, but it seemed that Damien k