"I can’t believe this! I really thought Arnav would come around. That I’d finally managed to sway his wife to our side. But nothing’s changed!"
Chyntia’s voice rose with frustration as soon as they left Arnav’s residence. The fury she had bottled up throughout the tense visit finally spilled out in the confined space of the car. Both George and Louisa, seated with her, heard every word. Neither of them responded. Each lost in their own thoughts, bound by personal convictions too rigid to share aloud.
George, who sat behind the wheel, stole a quiet glance at his wife before letting out a measured sigh. His hands gripped the steering wheel as he spoke, voice even and calm, as if trying to douse the flames that had already leapt too high.
"Darling, I told you… you’re rushing this. Arnav is
