Dressed sharply in a black suit, he stood at the entrance, swapping his shoes while his eyes remained glued to his phone. The faint glow illuminated his chiseled features as his fingers moved swiftly across the screen.
"Cedric, let’s get a divorce," Dione said, her tone so detached it sounded as if she were merely asking him about dinner.
Cedric froze, his movements halting mid-step. Slowly, he slipped his phone into his pocket, his brows furrowing slightly. Without a word, he strode toward her with an air of composed deliberation.
As if nothing had transpired, Cedric wrapped his arms around her, his deep, velvety voice brushing against her ear.
"Are you upset with me, wife?"
He let out a low chuckle, his tone casual. "Last night, I was out drinking with Laurent Lancaster, the head of Lancaster Group. He’s planning to build an amusement park and handed me all the sculpture work. It’s a huge opportunity."
Liar.
He lied so effortlessly now, without so much as a flicker of guilt in his eyes.
Dione didn’t confront him. Instead, she furrowed her brow, her expression unreadable.