“Since you and Alex aren’t living together anymore, there’s no need to trouble him after he’s been drinking. Let him go home and get some rest.”
Danielle never made a fuss about things like this.
And it wasn’t as if she could call a cab out here.
“Then arrange for a driver to take me home,” she said flatly.
Danielle couldn’t stand to spend another second in this place.
Millie gave a small nod. “Alex, I’ll go take care of it.”
She stepped away.
Danielle pulled open the car door.
“Sorry,” a hoarse voice sounded behind her.
Her hand paused on the door handle.
“Mr. Davidson, this isn’t the first time something like this has happened. Next time, I hope you’ll have better judgment about the people you trust.”
“We’re about to get divorced, after all. I think you should know where to draw the line.”
With that, Danielle slammed the door shut.
The disdain in her eyes was impossible to miss.
By now, she had seen just how reckless and obsessed Alexander could become.
Maybe only people truly in love go that far. He loved Millie.
Even his attempts to comfort her were overbearing, almost possessive.
Danielle settled into the car that would take her away.
She watched the raindrops on the window shimmer under the streetlights.
As soon as the mandatory separation period was over, she’d file for divorce.
Suddenly, she realized just how long thirty days could feel.
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