In the corner of a quiet meeting room, Evalina Wilson sat alone, staring at her laptop. Though she looked neat and elegant as always, a dark cloud seemed to shadow her face. Her mind wasn’t fully at the office today. She kept replaying her last conversation with Hunter Jackson.
“I’ve decided to file for divorce,” the man had said, his voice filled with hope.
But all Evalina gave in return was a bitter laugh. She wasn’t happy, not in the way Hunter had expected. And now, her thoughts were filled with questions—was she being too harsh? Or simply too self-aware?
The meeting room door suddenly opened. Hunter Jackson walked in quickly, looking rushed but composed. He was holding two cups of coffee and wore a faint smile.
“I figured you haven’t had lunch,” he said as he handed her one of the
