Sylus’s jaw tightened at my casual tone, and with an annoyed sigh, he pulled away from Charlotte, taking a step toward me. “No. I have canceled the plans. I am taking you home, and we are discussing this now.”
Charlotte’s smile vanished completely, replaced by a tight-lipped expression. Her eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms, clearly displeased by the change in their evening.
She remained silent, though, her frustration visible in every stiff movement as she climbed into the car behind us.
The ride back to the manor was tense. But I just stared out the window, my thoughts spinning.
Even though I had spent the entire week in the hospital thinking about life after Sylus, after the Fuentez family, but the truth was, I still did not know what that life would look like.
Would I be safe, free from their grasp? Or would the shadow of Sylus and his powerful family linger over me forever?
When we finally arrived at the manor, Sylus wasted no time. In the living room, he laid everything out with the precision of a business transaction.
“Charlotte and I are getting married soon,” he said bluntly, not even pausing to see how those words might affect me.
"I will make sure you are well-compensated," he continued, his tone matter-of-fact. "You will not have to worry about anything after the divorce."
Charlotte, sitting beside him with her arms crossed, watched me with a smug smile.
For a moment, the room fell silent. Sylus stared at me, and I could see something flicker behind his eyes.
Charlotte was the first to break the tension, leaning forward with a smile that did not reach her eyes.
"Well, you will get a villa too, Lily.” Then she looked to Sylus before continuing, “Right, Sylus?”
Sylus cleared his throat, standing up from the couch and straightening his suit. "Yeah. The divorce agreement is in your room. Once everything is signed, you will be free to go."
"Sure," I replied, though the words tasted bitter on my tongue.
He turned to leave with Charlotte at his side, and for a moment, it felt as if I was not important anymore in his life.
After gathering my few belongings, I packed them into a small suitcase.
I did not take much, just the things I had brought with me at the start of my marriage.
I left behind the clothes, jewelry, and gifts Sylus had given me over the years. I did not want any reminders of a life that no longer belonged to me.