Book 3: When All Hopes Were Lost

Anacá's POV

“No, you’re mistaken. We’re still married, Anacá.” 

I gaped at him, shocked by the gentleness and remorse in his tone. Was I imagining it? The Eros I remembered could only hate me. What changed after two months, when I had given up all hope of him? 

No, he definitely came with a caveat. “Yes. We’re married in name only for two more months.” This time, I wouldn’t buckle. I didn’t need him in my life. I was financially independent, with loved ones by my side. Uncle David had handed over his bakery to me to manage and run, just as I wished. In the last two months, my hard work had paid off, and the bakery earned more than ever before. It strengthened my self-confidence and helped me prosper. Uncle David and Deborah were proud of me, and it helped me get a grip on my life.

Eros paled and closed his eyes to control himself. “I won’t sign the divorce papers. Would you still consider a separation if I apologized for my beh