Davina nodded curtly.
“Alex will try to contact.”
The words hung in the air like a warning. Naina’s breath hitched, her eyes flickering with memories she hadn’t dared revisit. She shook her head slowly, and Davina saw it —the silent dread, the buried fear.
“I know,” Davina said gently.
“But you’ll have to face him eventually. And now, none of it matters. By now, they would've already dug into everything— my company, Mr. Parker, maybe even Mike… my babies. I wouldn’t be surprised if Alex shows up pretending to care. He’ll talk, offer support, and play the old friend. He might even reach out to you, Naina. But he won’t show anger. He’ll wait. He always waits.”
She looked between them, voice sharpening.
“He’s patient. Calculated strategist. He’ll act like a saint, but he’s just like Dam
