Divorce.

That single word had been echoing in Lucas's mind ever since he opened his eyes this morning. His conversation with Eve yesterday clung to him like a ghost, following him wherever he went. Even while meeting with contractors to discuss the expansion of his resort island, he couldn't push it from his thoughts.

Getting divorced meant he would no longer be able to see Eve, hold her, kiss her, or look at her face whenever he wanted.

"I should have stopped her yesterday," Lucas muttered, clenching his fist on top of the table.

The three guests seated across from him looked startled before frowning. "I beg your pardon, Mr....