After my shift ended, Ronen was leaning against the alley entrance waiting for me.
"Jenna, you look dead tired lately," he said.
I mustered a weak grin and told him, "That's just film crew life. I'm used to the chaos."
He studied me quietly, and his gaze softened with that familiar warmth. "Jenna, you have changed."
"Nothing," I replied. "You're overthinking."
"Jenna, we are married," he said, and his tone dipped into something gentle. "Even if it's a special situation, we are still each other's closest person. If something's bothering you, you can tell me."
A lump rose in my throat because in this whole world, only Ronen still cared enough to notice me.
"Jenna, eyes never lie," he said, and his look held gentle understanding.
"Let's get a divorce.
"Jenna, you should go after the
