In an instant, memories flooded his mind and yanked him back to that afternoon a week ago.
Violet had handed him a document then, but he had been too wrapped up in Clara's drama to even glance at it before signing. He had been in a hurry to get back to her, to make sure she was okay, to soothe her tears.
Recalling his own careless words now, the man wanted to kick himself repeatedly.
Regret twisted in his chest. He never expected Violet would actually go through with divorcing him this time. She had threatened before, yes. She had walked out before, yes. But she always came back.
This was different. This was done without his consent, without his knowledge, without his approval.
How was that fair?
Cedric seethed with barely contained fury. After she hurt Clara, after she caused the mi
