ARIA'S POVI watched as Dante's face crumpled in disbelief. His eyes, usually so confident, now looked lost and scared."You don't actually mean that," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you?"I took a step closer to him, steeling myself. "I meant every word, Dante."Silence fell between us, heavy and suffocating. As I looked at him, I felt a wave of self-pity wash over me.Here I was, pregnant with his child, and I couldn't even tell him. How could I, when he was acting like such a prick? I wanted to tell him, God knows I wanted to, but the words just wouldn't come."Why?" Dante's voice cut through my thoughts, sharp and demanding."Why what?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what he meant."Why do you want a divorce?" He looked at me as if I was a stranger, and maybe I was. Maybe we had both become strangers to each other.I took a step back, letting out a deep sigh. "I'm tired, Dante. Tired of everything."His face softened a bit, and for a moment, I saw a glimpse of
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