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    She nodded and crossed the room quickly.


    “Here.” As she reached the table, he slid a cup of coffee toward her. “No ice. Less sugar.”


    Elissa blinked, momentarily caught off guard. That was exactly how she liked it. He still remembered.


    “…Thanks,” she said softly, managing a faint smile as she epted the drink.


    She took a sip, and then met his gaze. “So? What’s wrong with the agreement? Just tell me.”


    Robin opened his mouth but hesitated. “Elissa…”


    His eyes didn’t leave hers. The silence stretched before he tried again, his voice uneven. “It’s just… that…”


    “What?” she asked, confused by his pause. “If there’s something I can do, just say it. I’ll agree.”


    But even as the words left her lips, she couldn’t make sense of it. She had already walked away with nothing. What more could he possibly want?


    “Can we… not get divorced?” Robin looked at her, finally letting the words out.


    “Huh?” Elissa froze. Her eyes locked on his, the faint smile on her lips vanishing in an instant.


    For a second, the moment didn’t feel real—like something plucked from a dream she hadn’t meant to remember. Then, slowly, she pulled the corners of her mouth into a forced smile. “I’m sorry—what did you just say?”


    “No divorce,” he repeated, more firmly this time.


    Robin’s handsome face had lost some of its color. Hisplexion had turned pale, the tension in his jaw betraying how tightly he was holding himself together.


    Without a word, he reached across the table and gently wrapped his hand around Elissa’s.


    “Elissa… I don’t want a divorce,” he said, his voice tight. “Can we not go through with it? Please?”


    She didn’t pull her hand away. She didn’t say anything.


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    But in that stillness, one thing became certain—she hadn’t misheard him.


    Even so, the confusion in her chest only deepened.


    Letting him hold on, she tilted her head slightly and met his gaze with quiet seriousness. “Why?”


    Robin’s brows furrowed hard, the muscles in his throat tensing as he swallowed.


    “Because…” He seemed to choke on the rest before forcing it out. “I don’t want to lose you. I never imagined us separating. I thought… we’d be together forever.”


    After hearing this, a bitterugh escaped Elissa’s lips. Cold, sharp, and far from amused.


    Her eyes lifted just slightly at the corners, a glint of mockery behind her gaze. “Are you serious?” she asked softly. “Forever? Us?” Her voice was light, almost airy—butced with frost.


    Then it dropped into something quieter, sharper. “Robin, are you trying to keep me tied to you through marriage just so you can go on hurting me?”


    “No—no, that’s not it!” Robin’s eyes widened in panic, and he shook his head, his voice strained with pain. “I never wanted that. I swear. But I can’t stop thinking about what happened… that night—our wedding night…”


    “Enough.” Elissa closed her eyes for a moment and then spoke quietly. “I understand where you’reing from. But if that’s truly how you feel… then we should go through with the divorce. It’s the only way to resolve everything.”


    “That is not a solution!” Robin shook his head over and over, his voice rising with frustration. “We’re meant to be together. Walking away won’t fix anything!”


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