She took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. Her eyes were still red, but the icy distance from before was gone, replaced by a gentle warmth.
The exhaustion and emotional rollercoaster of the past few days had finally brought her clarity.
The thought of divorce had been a thorn embedded in her heart, but right now, looking at the weary hope in his eyes...
She suddenly felt there was no need to push things to such a bitter end.
"Let's go back," Kirsten said softly, her voice carrying a sleep-huskiness. "After the divorce, we can still be friends."
Her words hit Gian's heart like a heavy stone plunging into a calm lake, sending violent ripples through him.
He froze, the light in his eyes wavering. He hadn't expected her to say something like that.
Over the past few weeks, he had grown accustomed to her resistance. He had even braced himself for her to push him away forever. He never imagined she would willingly offer her friendship.
Gian pressed his lips together, his fingers twitching as a storm of emotions surged within him.
He had always considered her his best friend.
Their marriage had started as a mutual transaction.
They both needed an excuse to escape their families' endless matchmaking setups.
They had agreed that once the dust settled, they would quietly divorce and go their separate ways.
But hearing her words now, he stared at her intently and asked, "Can we... not get a divorce?"
Kirsten stopped in her tracks, looking at him in pure shock.
Gian took a deep breath and laid all his cards on the table. "Your father is just going to arrange another marriage for you. Those men won't care about you; they only care about the Delaney family's assets."
"Or they want to use your family as a stepping stone."
"And I don't have anyone I want to marry either. We got married to help each other and keep our families off our backs. Can we just keep doing that? No divorce?"


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