After dinner, the clouds had been swallowed by darkness, leaving only the pale, silver glow of the moon casting soft light over the estate's grounds.
Selina followed quietly behind Zane, who had been silent ever since she requested the divorce. Even during their earlier conversation—business, work, lifestyle—he hadn't said more than necessary, though the meeting was far from a reunion.
His hands were stuck in his pants pockets casually. Arrogant. Calm. Nonchalant. Yet beneath it, conflicted.
Her steps fell in cautious rhythm behind him, matching his pace, careful not to disturb the storm she could sense simmering in his silence. She wasn't blind; she could see how much her request had shaken him.
She hadn't expected him to take her side, expecting he'd rage over the divorce like her grandfather. Still, she knew he didn't want the divorce.
