“We’re divorced now. So whatever explanation you have… it’s not important to me anymore.”
Without waiting for his response, she stepped away, turned, and walked out of his office.
The door shut softly behind her.
Magnus stood there, staring at her retreating back.
Just seconds ago, he had been certain she would soften. He had thought she would accept his explanation and would look at him the way she used to.
Instead, everything crumbled in front of him.
All that remained was her indifference.
His jaw clenched. Anger rose sharply in his chest, uncontrollable and burning.
The door opened again.
Gregory, who had been standing outside the entire time, finally stepped in. He studied Magnus’s rigid posture, the storm written across his face.
Without a word, he walked over and placed a steady hand on Magnus’s shoulder.
“You know,” Gregory said gently, “this is the time for you to make the right choice. Go after her. Coax her properly.”
Magnus didn’t respond.
“She’s angry. Any woman would be if she didn’t get an explanation from her husband about another woman in his life.” Gregory’s voice was patient. “Be patient with her. Put in more effort. Explain it again. If needed, explain it ten times.”
He gave Magnus’s shoulder a light squeeze.
“I’m sure she’ll understand eventually. And she’ll come back to you.”
Magnus’s breathing slowly steadened.
His hands slipped out of his pockets. He rolled his shoulders back slightly, as if forcing himself to calm down. He let out the breath he had been holding.
He glanced at Magnus, his brows furrowing slightly. “Really?”
Gregory nodded once.
Magnus muttered under his breath, “Alright, I will coax her since I’m the one who made her angry.”
Chapter 11 A Stranger
It was late at night when Magnus finally walked out of his office.
The building lobby was almost empty.
He got into his car. The sound echoed inside the quiet parking area.
He turned on his phone and opened the location Timothy had sent him earlier. The blue navigation line reflected in his sharp eyes as he adjusted the route on the car display.
Then he drove off.
The city lights streaked past his window. When the car finally slowed to a stop, Magnus lifted his gaze.
His fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel as he looked at the building standing in front of him.
He glanced down at Timothy’s message again, then back at the address. His brows slowly drew together.
