Let’s get a divorce. She has stomach cancer and has only six months left to live.”
After their in**mate encounter, Julian Croft sat up and said in a detached voice.
Elara Vance, still breathing hard from the encounter, turned to him slowly, a wild look of disbelief in her eyes.
They had been married for a year. What did he mean by suddenly saying he wanted a divorce?
“Her final wish is to be my wife,” Julian added, almost offhandedly.
He said, lighting a ci**rette. The sm**e rose in slow spirals around his face.
Elara gawked at him, stunned. Silence spread across the room like mist.
The bedside lamp glowed faintly, casting long shadows across the wall, making them seem farther apart than they were.
Julian glanced at her and gave a faint frown.