Ace continued to look at me with wide, unblinking eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words emerged from his lips. For a moment our gazes fought.
Finally he gave up and lowered his gaze on the divorce papers on top of the table.
"Is this what you really want?" He asked, raising his head again until his eyes caught my own, as though he was begging me to reconsider.
"It's what's best for us," I replied firmly, looking him straight in the eyes.
"Then there's nothing I can do, Phoenix. If it makes you happy, then who am I to deny what you want?" Ace picked up the divorce papers and handed them to me together with a pen.
I swallowed hard and took the papers from him. My fingers gripped the pen until it turned white. On the outside I looked composed, but truth be told, I was tearing apart on the inside.
