Third person's POV
"Did you seriously just say that?" Moira asked, her voice trembling slightly with disbelief.
"Yes. Since you don't want to be my wife, it's better for you to just divorce me." He said with a shrug. His face remained impassive.
"I don't want to be your wife? That's rich coming from you, Drake." Moira scoffed bitterly.
"Is that so?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You are the one who hasn't been acting like my husband. You haven't treated me like a real wife since the day we got married." Moira reminded him as if he had forgotten.
Drake sighed and loosened his tie.
"We already had an arrangement, Moira. You seek pleasure outside and just be my wife for the public. Our families' businesses keep flourishing. Everybody has peace of mind."
"An arrangement you forced on me, Drake! And peace of mind?" Moira repeated incredulously.
"Whose peace of mind exactly? Because I certainly don't have any!" She snapped.
