The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 587

**TITLE: Military 587**
**Chapter 587: Go Our Separate Ways**

Weston opened his mouth, prepared to argue, but the words failed to materialize. It was as if the very air had thickened, choking off his protests before they could even take flight.

Deep down, he understood with an unsettling clarity that every word Laura had uttered was undeniably true.

“We were never suited,” she stated, her tone unwavering. “Your pain is temporary. Once your feelings for me fade, the guilt will fade right alongside them.”

Her voice maintained a steady rhythm, a calmness that felt almost surreal in the tension-laden atmosphere.

“Laura, I—” he began, his heart racing as he fought against the truth she laid bare. He yearned to deny her assertion, to promise her that both his love and his remorse were eternal, that they would bind him to her forever.

“I don’t need your restitution,” she interjected, her tone firm and resolute. “I have money, a career, friends, and influence. My life is good. One day, I’ll meet someone who is truly right for me, marry, raise children, and finish this life happy.”

Laura’s past had been a rocky road, littered with obstacles—some thrown her way by fate, others crafted by careless hands. Yet, she had faced each challenge with unwavering determination, patching every wound with sheer grit, continuing to stride forward. She clung to the quiet, steadfast belief that tomorrow would dawn even brighter than today.

Weston moistened his cracked lips, as if hoping that a single drop of courage might slip between them, making it easier to voice his thoughts. “Couldn’t that someone… be me?”

Her gaze remained steady, her eyes reflecting neither pity nor excitement. “The future I want, Weston, simply doesn’t fit a golden boy like you.”

A wry smile tugged at the corners of Weston’s mouth; he had lost count of how many times she had turned him down, each rejection a fresh wound.

“I love you. You want someone who can love you with every last heartbeat. I can do that. I swear, after you are gone, I will never pursue another woman, and I will never let our children go hungry for affection. I will marshal every resource to protect you; even if the Reaper comes, he will meet me first. If you crave the warmth of an ordinary life, far from the aristocratic glare, we can create our own home. Those marble-floored galas? Attend if you wish; skip them if you don’t. But if you prefer to turn my rank into fuel for your ambitions, use it freely. Knowing it empowers you would thrill me.”

In that moment, he laid every ounce of pride at her feet, pleading for her love with nothing left in reserve.

Laura stared back at him, astonished. Never—no, not once—had she imagined such words could spill from Weston, a man who usually wore arrogance like a custom-tailored suit, now willing to trade it for tattered rags.

But ashes rarely ignite twice. Whatever love had once burned for him lay cold and extinguished, soaked through with disappointment and unable to catch flame again.

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