But there was no answer.
He was already gone.
Her chest rose and fell sharply as she let out a frustrated breath, running a hand through her hair.
“He’s not my husband anymore,” she muttered under her breath, anger still thick in her voice. “But he still acts like he owns me.”
Her hands slowly curled into tight fists at her sides, her nails pressing into her palms.
“We’re already divorced. What right does he have to tell me who I can meet or what I can eat?” she muttered, her voice low but laced with bitterness. “Always so damn bossy.”
Letting out another breath, she walked over to the couch and dropped onto it, her body sinking into the cushions.
For a moment, she just sat there.
Then she leaned back and closed her eyes.
Then her phone started ringing.
She reached for it, glancing at the screen before lifting it to her ear.
“Hello?”
“Sophia?” Camila’s cheerful voice came through immediately.
A faint smile appeared on Sophia’s face, her tone softening. “Mrs. Graves? How are you?”
“What have you been up to these days?” Camila asked, her voice warm. “Why don’t you come meet me? It’s been so long… you’re back, and I haven’t even seen you yet.”
Sophia let out a quiet breath. “I know… I’ve just been busy.”
“Well, no excuses now,” Camila said lightly. “Come meet me. I miss you.”
Sophia shifted slightly, leaning back into the couch.
“Okay,” she said after a moment, her voice gentle. “I’ll come. I miss you too.”
“Good. I’ll be waiting,” Camila replied sweetly.
Sophia ended the call, staring at her phone for a second before placing it aside.
***
It was a slow afternoon at the Sunside Restaurant.
Only a few tables were occupied, and the low hum of quiet conversations filled the space.
Harold sat slouched in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, his arms folded across his chest. His head leaned back slightly, eyes fixed ahead with a bored, unimpressed look.
Across from him, Sebastian and Alexander mirrored his posture—both leaning back, arms crossed, both staring at him.
The silence stretched.
Then—
“Did you really have to drag us here?” Sebastian finally broke it, raising an eyebrow, clear annoyance flashing across his face as he looked at Harold.
“Yes,” Harold said coldly.
