Kyle lowered his head in silence.
Slowly, he raised his hand.
“Kyle, don’t you dare!”
Candice blurted out and reached out to stop him.
If he made a move, the gossip would be that Kyle hit Charlie over her—and she’d be crucified at Regalis for it.
Kyle’s hand froze mid-air.
He turned to look at her, his eyes filled with heartbreak, as if he were silently crying: So now you only care about him and not me anymore? You heartless woman!
Candice: …Dude. We divorced. It’s been one day. Did you forget already? Do you have dementia?
Kyle gave a bitter smile full of despair.
Candice forced a smile in return—Oh boo-hoo, poor you.
A silent exchange.
One trying to gain sympathy.
The other as emotionally detached as a blade.
Kyle turned back to the table. While the tension in the room had e
