(Sapphire's POV)
A lot of things were going through my mind as I sat on the floor of the bathroom in my room, and as if the weather was in sync with my mood, it began raining heavily.
Nature was shedding tears that I refused to shed.
We were back in the states and I had not seen Damian since then. A shudder traveled down my body as I recalled the flight back.
If it was possible, the private jet would have turned to ice. Damian had reverted back to how he used to be, and it troubled me greatly, but it also made me angry.
The man had said something about divorcing me, and I wasn't going to be selfish by telling him what to do, but l at least expected my husband to talk to me about it so we know what to do, not withdraw and start treating me like I'm the problem!
As I left the room after showering, I had just one intention in mind.
To talk sense into Damian.
I walked past Fernandez and went straight to his home office.
"You should have knocked before entering." He growled.
