Howard froze at the mention of "her."
"You spent years looking for her and never found her, didn't you? Didn't you say you'd given up, that you'd stopped looking? How could this be..." Howard was stunned, even worried. He whipped his head around to glance at the person lying in the room. "Then what about her? Have you thought about what will happen to Ashley Bowen? You gave her a magnificent wedding that captured the world's attention. Are you really planning to divorce her so soon?"
"I'm not divorcing her!" Yuri Sinclair's hands clenched the armrests of his wheelchair, his thick brows knitting together so tightly they almost merged. He gripped them fiercely, deliberately trying to suppress the emotions raging within him.
"You're not divorcing her? Then what about that other woman?"
"I don't know..." Yuri Sinclair suddenly sounded helpless, looking up at the dark, overcast sky.
