Miriam’s POV

I could not meet his gaze. It felt like I was having a stand off with a lion.

He said he was a mere carpenter but he gave off the vibes of a mafia lord no one would want to mess with.

“Well…I can't remember any of that.” I lied.

I remember it well. How I was going about saying I was getting divorced just because I had not heard from my husband for some days.

But it was not just my fault, he was also at fault for abandoning me.

“Oh..really?” He asked, taking a few steps closer while I took a few steps backward.

His gaze...