The Liberating Death,Finding New Love

"Evelyn, let's get a divorce. You've worked hard all these years as Zafrielle's stand-in."

When I rushed into the hospital room, clutching the tear-soaked accident diagnosis report in my trembling hands, Joshua Sinclair was holding Zafrielle Solace's waist with his uninjured right hand. His voice was cold and merciless as he threw those words at me. Bloodstains on the cast around his arm hadn't even dried yet, but he still pulled back his sleeve from my grasp with obvious disgust.