Vivienne’s POV
That afternoon, we left Ashford Manor together.
The car moved steadily through the crowded streets, but inside, the silence between us felt heavier than the traffic outside. Neither of us spoke for a long time, and the quiet tension made the space feel smaller than it was.
I kept my gaze forward, trying to organize my thoughts before finally breaking the silence.
“You saw Pop Pop’s attitude,” I said calmly. “He will not support the divorce.”
My voice remained steady, but my fingers rested tightly against my lap.
“What do you plan to do?”
Alexander did not answer immediately.
He looked out the window as if the passing scenery required his full attention. After a while, he exhaled slowly.
“We can finalize the divorce first,” he said. “Quietly.”
I lowered my eyes slig
