"Brandon, please... just listen to me," Lyra pleaded desperately, but before she could continue, Brandon raised a hand, cutting her off. His bloodshot eyes locked onto hers with icy fury. "You still think I have anything left to hear from you?” he asked, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. "After everything you've done, what makes you think you still have the right to speak?”His words struck her like a knife driven straight into her heart.Lyra stood frozen, her trembling hands hanging helplessly at her sides. Tears streamed endlessly down her face as she stared at the man who had loved for years, yet now he looked at her as though she meant nothing to him anymore."Please... just give me five minutes," She shook her head desperately and pleaded, her voice breaking. "You need to listen to me….” Brandon didn't answer, his silence was enough.Taking it as permission, Lyra wiped away her tears with trembling fingers before taking a cautious step toward him."I know I was wrong,"

"How dare you say that?" Brandon's voice rose for the first time, cold fury bleeding into every word. His bloodshot eyes locked onto hers as disbelief flashed across his face. "You think giving birth again will erase what happened?"He let out a bitter laugh that held no trace of amusement."There will never be another Maggie." His voice grew quieter, but somehow it hurt even more. "There will never be another little girl waiting by the window every evening just to see my car pull into the driveway. There will never be another pair of tiny feet running toward me the moment I walk through the front door.”A painful memory flashed through his mind, tiny footsteps racing across the living room, a little girl throwing herself into his arms while shouting, "Daddy's home!"His throat tightened as he clenched his jaw so tightly that it hurt. "There will never be another daughter who proudly told everyone that her father was her hero." "You didn't just lose a daughter that day, Lyra." His ey

"What did you just say?" Lyra asked hoarsely, disbelief written all over her face as she stared at him.For a moment, she wondered if she had heard him wrong.Brandon looked directly into her eyes and repeated the words without the slightest hesitation."The only thing I want from you now is my freedom.”The words hit Lyra harder than every accusation that had come before them.For several long seconds, she simply stared at Brandon, unable to process what she had just heard.Freedom.After everything they had been through together, after years of marriage, after building a family, after sharing dreams and promises, the only thing he wanted from her now was freedom.Not money…. Not an apology…. Not revenge.Just freedom.A bitter smile slowly appeared on her face."So that's it?" She asked quietly, her voice trembling. "You really hate me that much now?"Brandon looked at her without answering. He had already made himself perfectly clear, and he didn't feel the need to repeat what she

"Are you really willing to lose everything just so you don't have to be my husband anymore?"Lyra's trembling voice stopped Brandon just as his hand touched the office door.For a second, he stood there silently with his back facing her, refusing to turn around. He had already said everything he needed to say, and he no longer had any desire to look at her, not even for the final goodbye.The office was so quiet that she could hear her own uneven breathing.Letting out a calm breathe, Brandon lowered his eyes. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, almost frighteningly so."I already lost everything the day Maggie died."The words landed between them with devastating finality.Lyra's eyes widened as the crushing weight of Brandon's words settled over her. Before she could gather herself enough to respond, he pulled open the office door and walked away without looking back.The sound of the closing door echoed through the room like the final chapter of a story neither of them had i

"Do you have any conditions of your own?"The question lingered between them as the city stretched endlessly beyond the windows behind Victoria.For several seconds, Brandon said nothing, while his gaze remained fixed on the contract resting on the table between them before he finally spoke."There is one problem."Victoria's expression remained unchanged. "I'm listening."Brandon leaned back slightly in his chair. "I'm not divorced yet."For the first time since the meeting began, surprise flickered briefly across her face. "I assumed the divorce proceedings were already underway.""They are."His answer came immediately.The room fell quiet again before a bitter smile briefly appeared on his face."If I told you my wife refuses to sign the divorce papers..." His eyes lowered toward the city below. "Would you laugh?"Victoria stud