Forty- two

Martha

Lucian reluctantly put his work to the side, curious to listen to what I was about to say. He looked wary for some reason, sitting tense in his chair.

“Thank you,” I breathed out calmly, glad that he was giving me his attention. Maybe now, he would listen to my divorce proposal. “I wanted to talk to you about the agreement once again. Like I said, it’s better if we divorce—”

That was all I was able to get out, before Lucian sprung up from his desk and charged at me, closing his hand around my windpipe.

I couldn’t process anything apart from the need to breathe, but it made me realize why Lucian was sitting like that earlier, to pounce on me. He probably already knew what I wanted to talk about.

I wheezed, trying to inhale as hard as I could, while his hand squeezed my throat even harder, to the point that fear gripped me severely, feeling that he was really attempting to kill me.

I could feel my face grow numb, I could barely even hear the choking sounds I was making. Black sp