Daniel’s eyes flickered with a mix of emotions.
...
The next morning, Amelia woke unusually early. Dawn hadn’t even broken yet.
She sat up and glanced at her phone. Sure enough, Daniel had tried to call her again. Apparently, when he realized calling was pointless, he’d switched to texting instead.
[Where’d you pick up this bad habit—talking about divorce? I told you not to hang around Sophia, but you wouldn’t listen. She’s really scrambled your brains, huh?]
[Fine, I’ll be the bigger person and let it go. I’m pretending I never saw the papers, but don’t pull this stunt again.]
[Hey, stop pretending to sleep. Answer me.]
[Don’t think I won’t come in there. I’m counting to five. If you don’t reply, I really will.]
[Five.]
[Four.]
[So you really don’t care if I live or die? Never realized you could be this cold.]
[Cold-hearted woman.]
[Emotionless woman.]
[Ha, typical—cold-blooded, just like your zodiac sign.]
“...”
Amelia hadn’t expected that the first words she’d utter that morning would be a speechless sigh.
The childish level of those texts—any kid would probably roll their eyes.
Scrolling through the messages while walking to the bathroom, she paused at the last one.
Daniel: [Fine. I’ve signed the papers. When do you want them?]
This message had come three hours after the others and sounded completely different—a worn-out surrender from someone who’d run out of both energy and options.
Amelia pressed her lips together, set her phone aside, and only after washing up did she sit on the edge of the bed to reply.
Amelia was thrown. “Grandma? What are you doing here?”
Grandma Edith was dressed in a chic, modern winter coat, looking lively as ever. “Daniel said I shouldn’t just sit at home, so he convinced me to come out for a bit.”
“Daniel, you—”
Amelia wanted to scold him, but one look at Grandma’s kindly face and the words died on her lips. She helped the older woman into a chair. “Grandma, it’s freezing outside. There’s nothing to see out here. Let me call the driver to take you home.”
Grandma Edith, having apparently picked up some trendy new phrases, grinned. “You’re kicking me out the moment I arrive? Amelia, don’t you love your grandma anymore?”
Amelia quickly wrapped her in a big bear hug. “I love you more than anyone, Grandma!”
Daniel, for whatever reason, decided to chime in sourly, “So, the whole world gets your love—just not the husband whose name’s on the marriage certificate.”
At the mention of their marriage, Amelia shot him a frosty glare. They were here to talk divorce. Why on earth had he brought his grandmother along?
Daniel, completely unbothered by her glare, calmly ordered a coffee and a juice, then turned to her with a smirk.
“What’s with the look? Suddenly noticing how devilishly handsome your husband is? Falling for me all over again?”
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