Dinner passed in strained silence. When it was over, Benedict escorted me to his car, locking the doors before I could step out.
"What are you doing?" I asked, wariness creeping into my voice.
"We need to talk."
I crossed my arms. "If this is about divorce, there’s nothing more to discuss. I won’t mention it again—for now."
His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable. "For now?"
"Yes."
He studied me, trying to gauge my thoughts. After a long pause, he forced a small smile. "Felicia, I’m glad you’re willing to give me another chance."
I said nothing. I didn’t believe him for a second.
"Unlock the door. I’m exhausted."
With a click, the locks released. I stepped out immediately, making my way into the estate without looking back. As I reached my bedroom, I locked the door behind me. I could hear Benedict’s footsteps linger outside for a moment before fading away. He had laughed at me before, believing I would always come back to him, that my resistance was temporary.
He was wrong.
Hours later, I was busy looking for the perfect interview attire, snapping pictures of a few options and sending them to Jane for her opinion.