Chapter 78
Third Person's POV
Thwack. Cassian slammed the termination agreement and the bank card onto the coffee table. "The driver will be here immediately. Go pack your things."
He spoke with ruthless finality, then sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.
The flame jumped. He took a long drag.
One million, just like that.
The obsidian cane... she must have sold it.
It was her mother's sacred heirloom, the last true relic of the Silverlight Pack.
She actually went through with it.
Samantha stared at the contract, shocked that he was driving her out despite the clear path to divorce.
She clenched her hands, fighting back tears. "Cassian, why won't you just admit you still have feelings for me?"
Cassian leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. He took a slow, deep pull from the
