61. Oh God!

"W-What did you just suggest?" I finally managed to stammer out, hardly able to process the implications behind his blasé statement.

He held my wide-eyed stare steadily, utterly unruffled by the bombshell he had just dropped. "I think it may be best if we divorce," Giovanni repeated evenly, each syllable precise and weighted. "I don't want you to be more involved than you already are."

A tense, loaded silence stretched between us as his words slowly sank in. I could feel the anger that had been simmering in my veins, momentarily doused by shock, beginning to reignite and threaten to erupt once more.

I willed myself to remain outwardly calm through sheer force of will, taking a deep, steadying breath before responding.

"No," I said in a tone of forced evenness "I'm not getting a divorce, I don't want it".

One of Giovanni's brows arched upwards a fraction, the only outward hint of reaction he displayed. He made no move to reply, simply stood there with an air of infuriatingly nonchala