Chapter Seventy-Eight

Lauren's POV

“I don’t understand.” Damien shifted fully to look at me as though he had not heard my words, and I hated that I would probably have to repeat those words and end up piercing myself even deeper in the heart.

“I don’t want to say it again, Damien. I know you heard me.” I shook my head.

“I think you should, Lauren,” he argued. “If you can say it more than once, it could lead me to believe that you truly want to do it. Right now, I’m convinced that you’re not sure about it.”

“I want to get a divorce, Damien,” I said again, forcing my face to remain straight as I started to find the sheets on the bed more interesting to look at than his face.

“Did you just make that decision on a whim? You just thought about it and decided to say it out loud all of a sudden?” he guessed correctly, but I couldn’t give him a confirmation of it. He knew the answer to it.

“I don’t think I want to get treated. Things are hard enough as they are, and it would b