Mirabelle's POV:
I felt flushed, caught off guard by how much care Ken was showing me. It wasn’t like him to be so thoughtful, not the Ken I remembered, at least. Clearing my throat, I decided to break the silence. “Why did Michelle leave?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation to safer grounds.
He glanced at me, pausing as he cracked an egg into the sizzling pan. “She didn’t leave...” He said casually. “I kicked her out.”
The answer stunned me. My brows furrowed as I set the coffee mug he’d poured me down on the counter. “You… kicked her out?”
He nodded without looking up from his cooking. “Yeah.”
“Why?” I pressed, unsure if I even wanted to know.
He finally turned to face me, leaning against the counter, his arms crossed. “I guess I finally understood that if I wanted to start
