But she ended the call before he could finish.
When the cab pulled up to her destination, Seraphine stepped out and exhaled, her breath misting in the cool evening air. The weight of her choices settled heavily on her, but it wasn’t crushing. It was liberating.
For too long, she had been Luther’s shadow—waiting, hoping, sacrificing. But no longer.
She straightened her shoulders and walked inside, her heart steeled against the pain. Soon, the world would know her not as the woman left behind, but as the one who seized control of her destiny.
The cold finality of Seraphine Mancini’s call rang in Luther Harword’s ears, leaving him stunned and uncharacteristically silent.
Meanwhile, Seraphine sat in the back of her cab, the low hum of the city filling the emptiness his voice once occupied. The world outside blurred, but her thoughts were painfully sharp, replaying moments that no longer felt like they belonged to her.
When she stepped out of the cab, the buzzing of her phone disrupted the quiet. A flood of notifications from Luther’s company group chat demanded her attention. Against her better judgment, she opened the app.