Natalie's POV

“I want a divorce,” I said, without looking at him.

I was just releasing him from the consequences. Moreover, I didn’t forget that night when Debbie answered his phone. I was done with all of this.

The doorbell rang. I was surprised; it was the first time we had a visitor since we arrived. He was the one who cooked and cleaned, and he hadn't brought any assistance with him.

I remained rooted to my spot as I heard his footsteps approach the main door. After a few minutes, he returned and uttered just one word, "We're going back to Villa Merrin."

His cold demeanor provoked me, pushing...