Before he could open it, his phone rang. The name flashing on the screen made my stomach twist. Loriana.
He didn’t even hesitate. He answered. His tone softened instantly. I couldn’t hear what she said, but his face shifted… his brows eased, his mouth tilted the way it used to when he looked at me.
By the time he hung up, he didn’t even look at the papers again. He just grabbed a pen, scribbled his name on the last page, and picked up his keys.
“Something came up,” he said, already walking toward the door. “Go to bed early, alright?”
He paused before leaving, turning to give me that same gentle smile that used to melt me. “Next time you want to buy something, just get it. You don’t need my permission. What’s mine is yours. We’re husband and wife.”
My hand tightened around the signed papers. “Not for long,” I murmured.
He didn’t even hear me. The door closed softly behind him.
That night, I dreamed of the first time I met him.
I was eighteen. It was a party my father dragged me to. I remember spotting Dominic standing by the piano in that black suit, a glass of champagne in his hand. Everyone seemed smaller when he was around. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.