I picked up Magnus‘ phone and went upstairs to his office.
Before I even reached my destination, I heard Seraphina’s voice from inside.
“Mr. Finck, thank you so much. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you today.” Her voice was soft, laced with tears.
Magnus gently pulled her into his arms, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I’m here. Don’t be afraid,” he murmured.
She buried her face in his neck, crying without restraint.
Magnus looked down at her, eyes full of concern. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear–until she suddenly pushed him away.
“We can’t,” she said, breathless, eyes red. “Mr. Finck, you’re married. We can’t do this.”
Mangus didn’t get angry. On the contrary, he moved toward her again.
His voice dropped, soft and deliberate. “Sera, if this is making you unhappy… I can get a divorce.”
My hands clenched into fists at my sides.
Magnus said it so easily. Divorce! As if the past ten years meant absolutely nothing.
I didn’t wait to hear the rest. He never once called me by a nickname, not even in private. Always “Evelyn,” cold and formal. Even in bed, he treated it like a task–distant, detached.
I had always been the one reaching out. The one trying. For ten years, that’s how it had
been.
I used to think he was just emotionally reserved. But the truth was, he simply didn’t love
- me.
I bit down on my lip hard and placed his phone at the office door before turning to leave.
It had started to rain by the time I stepped outside.
The sky opened up and so did something inside me. I
