Brandon might look gentle and approachable, but he was sharp as a tack. A lifetime in business taught him how to read situations well.
Cynthia cleared her throat and said, "Andrew and I are getting a divorce."
"So the rumors are true," Brandon said with a smile. "I thought you guys were just having a spat, but it seems..."
Cynthia managed a strained smile. A spat? It was way more complicated.
"Maybe Andrew and I just aren't meant to be. This marriage has been tough on both of us. We might be better off letting each other go."
"I don't understand what you're saying." Brandon chuckled. "But Thia, in my eyes, you'll forever be my grandson's wife. No one else cuts it."
"Brandon..."
"Andrew's been pampered since childhood. He can be a bit much sometimes. Maybe he doesn't get it all yet,
