Nora Thompson looked into his eyes, which she once considered as dazzling as the purest black diamond, but now seemed covered in a layer of dust.
Damn Floyd Thomson.
But what surprised him the most was his young wife; he thought Nora Thompson would never bring up such an issue in her lifetime, yet she laid it all out plainly, with no hint of embarrassment or discomfort.
"So, I'm leaving you. Alexander King, you don't like me, but you can't deceive me."
She gently pulled her hand away from his: "No matter what, I don't want this to end unpleasantly. I will move out myself. After a certain period of separation, we can dissolve this relationship."
She downed the red wine in her glass, stood up, and returned to her room without giving him a chance to speak.
Alexander King sat on the sofa, his head throbbing with pain.
No one can pay for his tainted past.
