Even in this rural setting, Andrew remained impeccably dressed in a suit and tie, every detail meticulously attended to.
Sensing my astonished gaze, he looked up, his noble and handsome face bearing a faint smile, his eyes softer than ever before.
"Jules."
He called my name softly, quickening his steps as he approached me.
To be honest, if this had happened in the past, Andrew's attitude now would have made me forgive anything.
Though reluctant to admit it, during our ten-year marriage, I had developed feelings for this man.
But now, my heart was indifferent, unmoved by even the slightest ripple.
I sidestepped Andrew's outstretched hand, my tone cold and distant. "Why are you here?"
Ryan eagerly rushed over and grabbed my hand. "Mom, Dad and I both miss you. Come home with us, okay
