CHAPTER 30 – Lucas’ POV
The next day, as I returned home after my birthday, I walked into the kitchen and found Zara standing there, wearing an expressionless face that sent shivers down my spine. It was a terrifying sight, to say the least.
“H-Hi,” I stammered, immediately regretting the lameness of my greeting.
But she remained silent, treating me like an invisible entity, as if I were nothing more than air. It hurt deeply, leaving me with a lingering sense of guilt.
Why did I still feel responsible for everything? Weren't they happier without me yesterday? Why did Zara make me feel like the villain once again? I desperately wanted to understand her, to decode the meaning behind her blank facade.
“Divorce papers?” I turned to her, my voice devoid of emotion.
There was a time when I
