Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Nancy's face tightened for a moment, but she answered honestly, "No, he hasn't come back these past few days." She quickly added, defending Caleb, "He's always been busy. Don't overthink it." "Okay, don't worry," Sydney replied. She had no interest in obsessing over her soon-to-be ex-husband's whereabouts. Even after a shower and curling up in her own bed, sleep eluded her. Everything looked the same here, yet nothing felt the same. She picked up her phone and scrolled through friends' updates without thinking.

Tiffany had posted: [Dropping off the universe's best sis! Now back to work on the case files.] Sydney tapped 'Like' with a faint smile, then paused mid-scroll.. Penelope had posted: [You really did it. Protecting me always, standing by me when I needed you most.] The caption was paired with a photo: Penelope lay in a hospital bed, being fed fruit. Only one hand was visible-long fingers, defined knuckles, and a small red mole on the wrist. Sydney recognized it immediately. It was Caleb's hand. She took a screenshot and sent it to him with a message. Sydney: [Still at the hospital?

I've got something. Should I come see you tomorrow?] He wasn't home, so she didn't mind taking the initiative. Divorce meant freedom for them both. At Jouleston Airport, late at night... 1/3 Sun 24 Aug Chapter 21 89% +15 BONUS After the flight landed, Caleb slumped into the back seat of his car, rubbing his forehead in exhaustion. The roads were quiet, the black Maybach gliding beneath pools of soft streetlight. Shadows swept across his sharp features, lending him a cool, distant edge. His assistant asked softly, "Mr.

at once and hadn't rested since. His home office was buried in pending matters. He had to work through the night so others could pick things up tomorrow.