CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN – TILL DIVORCE DOES US PART

"So, what? You want a divorce?" Logan's voice was barely above a whisper, but the word seemed to echo in the room. Deonna closed her eyes, feeling the weight of the moment. "I think... I think we need to seriously consider it. For both our sakes, and for the baby's." The silence that followed was heavy with the enormity of what had just been said. Logan sank back into his chair, his face a mask of shock and disbelief. "I need some air," he mumbled, standing abruptly and heading for the door. As the door closed behind him, Deonna remained at the table, her mind racing. Had she really just suggested divorce? The thought should have terrified her, but instead, she felt an odd sense of relief. For the first time in months, she felt like she was taking control of her life again. Over the next few days, as Logan withdrew into himself, Deonna found herself mentally preparing for a future on her own. She researched apartments in quieter neighborhoods, far from the Maine family's sphere of