Achilles' Point of View:
"Do you want a divorce, Achilles?" Her voice rang in my ears, making my head spin round—and I scoffed.
"No! No. What part of 'I still love you' screams 'I want a divorce' to you?" I said, my breath running out. I understood why she was mad, and why she didn't accept what I said but the word stirred something in me. She opened her eyes and looked at me, her eyes bearing an unreadable expression.
"I just—I thought you were letting me down easy. Saying you still—you still loved me but…"
"No," I said and pulled her closer again, holding on to her and trying to reassure her. "God, Isabelle. I love you. No buts. No conditions. No complications."
