After smiling at me, she tilts her head to look behind me. Her smile fades slowly, "Where are all?" She asks. I glance in the kitchen. I motion Maggi to bring our breakfast upstairs. He bows and hurries behind the counter. I hold her hand and tugs her to her feet, "What happened?" She glances at the door again. "We need to talk," I say to her calmly. She yanks her hand back and looks at me in awe, "What do you mean by talking?" She swallows, "Are we divorcing?" She asks in a slow whisper that barely reaches my ears. She looks panicked. I force myself to remain in my pose even though I wanna do a lot of things, pinning her against the wall, running my fingers in her silky long hair, f
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