–Livana–
I heard their business isn't doing well. Richard must be devastated—crushed beneath the weight of expectations he never had the spine to carry. A shame, really. He failed to secure me as his wife. I'd rather burn in hell than be tethered to a demon who now treated me like a goddess.
"Your ex," Damon sighed, voice laced with disdain. "He's giving me a headache, Livana. Should I get rid of him?"
"It wouldn't be nearly as satisfying if you did it too easily," I replied coolly, slipping in my earrings with practiced fingers—my preferred pair for meetings like this. Perhaps it's the closure I seek. Or maybe I'm simply curious to hear what pitiful excuse he'll offer.
