Rhys didn't turn around. His hands were trembling, shoved deep into his pockets.

"I can't," he said quietly. "And I won't."

Then he walked out. Lena sat alone at the table. The roses sat between them, untouched. The champagne sat in its glass, bubbles rising and popping. She stared at the door where he had disappeared. Then she laughed in disbelief.

Her eyes reddened. “Wow,” she muttered under her breath. Even after everything. He still wouldn’t let her go. Her gaze lowered to the ruined divorce papers. The ink had bled into the wine, turning parts of the page into a smudged mess.

She almost wanted to laugh again. How...