"So, what are you going to do?" Henry asked, his voice laced with concern, as he leaned back in his chair.
Knoxville rubbed his temples, his eyes weary. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Henry's expression turned serious. "I think it's time you told her the reason you divorced her."
Knoxville's gaze dropped, his shoulders sagging. "Did you think she'll believe me?" he asked, skepticism etched on his face.
Henry's eyes locked onto Knoxville's. "You have to make her believe that," he urged, his tone firm but gentle. "You owe her the truth, Knoxville. You owe yourself the truth."
Knoxville's eyes narrowed, his mind racing. Could he really confront the past? Could he face her again?
Henry's voice cut through his thoughts. "You've been running from this for to
