“Don't get me wrong: you're a gifted writer, and no one can deny that, but your name shone brightly in the writing world after you became a Lightwood.” Peter was aware that he had said the wrong thing yet again. “Anna, please think before you do something you'll regret later. I know your marriage ended a long time ago but consider yourself now; you don't need the bad press at the time of your comeback, and neither do you.” He said this while looking at John, who remained silent.
“Perhaps you should give yourself another chance and reconcile your love for each other.” said Charles, Peter agreed with him. I couldn't keep that small chuckle from escaping my throat. John looked at me.
“Our relationship ended long before I said we wanted a divorce; trust me, there's nothing here to be reconciled.”
I returned my gaze to John, who appeared unhurt. He was also aware of it.
The love we have now is purely nostalgic. For our previous friendship before it blossomed into love. I was breaking up with John, my husband, not my friend.
“I can't deny it, there's nothing left here.” John stated.
“Fine! Don't get back together, there's no love here, I couldn't care less, but for God's sake, this divorce isn't going to happen, at least not right now.” Peter stated.
“What do you want us to do now? keep pretending?” I questioned.
“Yes, indeed!”
“No way. I don't want to waste my life any longer!” I almost yelled at him. I looked at John and smiled apologetically.
“Just for now, until your book is published, and he gets the job, and I promise you that I will divorce you both in the blink of an eye.”
I sighed, exhausted even more than before. “Fine.”
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