Miles was reaching for a cigarette. He paused, looking up at her. "Haven't you caused enough drama?"
Drama?
He thought she was being dramatic?
So even when she said "divorce," he hadn't believed her—thought she was just playing games?
Molly let out a soft laugh. "I finally understand how you felt back then. I'm truly sorry, Mr. Vance."
Miles's hand froze mid-motion as he was about to light the cigarette. He looked up at her. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and there was a fragility about her—something broken—that he had never seen before.
It caught him off guard.
But before he could dwell on it, she had already turned and walked away.
Molly had just gotten into the car when her mother-in-law called, asking her to come to the Old Estate.
She hung up and glanced outside. Miles had changed his clothes and was waiting by the entrance, clearly intending to go with her.
In front of his family, their marriage had always appeared to be one of "mutual respect."
This time, Molly didn't move. She'd made up her mind to divorce him, and she was done catering to Miles's feelings.
The tall man finished a cigarette before finally losing patience and rapping on her window.