"Calmly, as they stood outside the prison gates, Catherine's lips curved into a smile, but it held a bittersweet edge. "Damian, have you ever pondered why I didn't accept your proposal all those years ago?" she asked, her voice tinged with emotion. "You once chose her over me, and I vowed never to let that happen again."
Damian's eyes widened in surprise.
"But then we got married. You claimed you were done with her, yet you consistently favored her over me, making me feel like a constant third wheel in our own union. Each time I gave in, you reinforced how much she mattered to you, more than anyone else."
"Catherine..."
"You can continue choosing her over me if that's what you wish," Catherine's captivating gaze was gentle yet piercing, causing Damian deep pain. "But today, this moment, marks the end of my concern for it," she declared firmly.
"Goodbye, Mr. Moore," she said, turning away with a finality that left no room for argument.
