"Well, that went well." I murmured as Peter and Charles exited the room for us to talk. Anna looked irritated.

"Yup, superb." The sarcasm flowed effortlessly through her lips. I couldn't keep my smile hidden.

"You are that pissed, just because you have to be married to me a little bit longer."

"I'm not a big fan of lying." She looked straight through me, her large ocean eyes exhausted and angry.

What the fuck is wrong with her? "It's not bad, don't be mad at Peter, he want the best for both of us."

"I'm not mad at him, I'm not even mad." She was never a good liar, and she shielded her eyes from me because she knew I could see through her shit. For a second, I fought the urge to just hug her.

"Stop lying to me, I know you want to get rid of me and this whole marriage, but when I called Peter last week and informed him about the whole thing, he had the same reaction as he did earlier but with me it was filled with facts that actually lead to the disaster, we're stepping in."

Anna's gaze finally met mine. Stop looking at me like this; it makes me want to kiss the anger away. Since she told me three weeks ago that she wanted to divorce, I felt like a great burden had been lifted off my shoulders. I despised the fact that I was fucking someone else; certainly, she looked uncannily like to my Anna, but it was only to relive any satisfaction I once felt with her.

She scoffed. "Come on Anna, It's not that bad."

I love Anna. Loved.

"I told you before we were married that I wanted my life to be apart from our families, especially yours. I told you that my career is separate from all that insanity. Now I'm stuck in this messed-up marriage because you want to be CEO and my career will suffer since I have your family name." She spoke weirdly calmly.

That fucking tone of her. I despise how she always wants to be the victim in our marriage, and how I'm the bad guy simply because of my family name.

"And you think I want it!" I exclaimed, my anger slipping away. I didn't want to yell or get furious, but her frequent turning of the tables had me on edge. I fucking hate it. "Since you decided to get pregnant, our beautiful life has gone shit! our relationship has died."

I need to calm down. Images of our old life flashed through my head, and I missed how simple things was. How our love was only fire, I missed more than her body. Yes, our sex life was constantly on flames, but it wasn't the only thing I missed. Anna changed, she gradually pushed me out, and she never asked how I was feeling, or how losing my wife was affecting my sanity.

As my breath evened out, my attention shifted to her; she had the same expression. I knew she was reminiscing our old life as well. "I knew you didn't care about how our families functioned, and that you want independence. I never wanted anything else for you; I only wanted you to be happy. I had never cared for children, but I was willing to go through everything to make you happy. I noticed how you looked at our nephews and nieces, and I knew it was something you had always desired. I could not deny it. I knew you needed something to inspire you, especially after you published your last book."

She closed her eyes and brushed her fingers through her soft hair. I missed caressing her hair, kissing her neck, and simply tracing her lovely freckles across her chest. I couldn't help but look down at her breasts. God, I missed su—