I swallowed hard, gripping the phone tighter. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll handle it on my own. Just prepare the papers and send them to Oliver in three days.”
The lawyer hesitated, then finally sighed. “If that’s your decision… I’ll have it ready.”
“Thank you.” My voice trembled but didn’t break. I hung up.
And when I turned around—Oliver was standing there.
His tall frame blocked the light from the hallway, his sharp eyes narrowing as though I had just confessed a crime. “What do you mean… send it? Send what?”
My heart nearly leapt out of my chest. For a split second, I thought it was over—that he had heard everything, that he would rip the phone from my hands and strangle the truth out of me.
But instead, I forced a smile. A brittle, fragile smile that barely held.
“Just… a gift,” I said softly. “In three days, it’s our wedding anniversary. Don’t you think we should celebrate?”
And in that silence, a memory crept in—unwelcome, but sharp enough to pierce through my chest.