Callum’s gaze kept drifting toward me. But when he saw that I kept my head down and stayed silent, his expression darkened.
After dinner, I tried to say I needed to help my younger siblings with their homework so I could sleep in their room.
But my mother-in-law dragged me back toward the master bedroom and shooed the giggling siblings away in a low voice. “Don’t disturb your sister-in-law and brother.”
Turning to me with a grin full of implication, she said, “You’re shy, aren’t you? You’ve waited long enough for your husband. Hurry now, let me hold a grandson by next year.”
I pressed my lips together. Not wanting to disappoint her, I forced myself to enter the bedroom.
I planned to come up with a reason to sleep separately, but the moment I stepped inside, I froze.
Callum sat stiffly at the table, his expression cold and unreadable.
He slowly lifted his eyes at the sound of the door opening, his gaze like ice.
In his hand was a crumpled copy of my application letter to join the National Rural Service Program and a divorce agreement.
Suddenly, my mind went completely blank.
Elara's POV
He slapped the letter down on the table, his voice cold enough to frost over. “What is this?”