“I won't agree to divorce you,” he said firmly.

“I can't live with you as a wife anymore.” I stared at him. “You scare me.”

“From now on, I won't restrict your freedom, you can do whatever you want,” he said in a negotiating tone, “I won't force you to do anything and I won't interfere in your personal affairs. But you have to come home every night so I can see you. You're still Mrs. Logan, and our relationship will last until the day we die. This is my final compromise to you.”

He paused for a few seconds, his golden eyes gleaming with cold coldness.

“I don't mind...