I was still packing my belongings, preparing for my discharge, when they arrived.
The moment Sylus entered the room, a rare flicker of guilt crossed his usually stoic face. His voice, though still distant, held a trace of something softer.
“Why didn't you tell me you were in the hospital?”
Before I could respond, Charlotte cut in smoothly, slipping her arm around his and pulling him closer.
“Oh, Sylus has been with me these past few days. He did not have time to check on you,” she smiled sweetly, through her eyes dancing with triumph. “You know how it is. We have been together since childhood. Our bond is unbreakable.”
She tightened her grip on his arm, her chest pressed provocatively against him, as if daring me to object.
But I did not give her the satisfaction. Instead, I forced a smile, even if my heart was aching even as I feigned indifference.
“It is fine. I am okay now. I was just about to go home,” I said, my voice steady even though my insides felt hollow.
“So, what business brings you here today? Oh, right. Julius mentioned the divorce. Is that what you wanted to talk about?”