Jonathan remained silent.
“So, what is it? Do you really love Marina that much?”
Still, Jonathan said nothing.
Clifford, now thoroughly exasperated, snatched up a hardcover book and hurled it at Jonathan.
“Cat got your tongue?!”
Jonathan quietly stooped to gather the inkstone and the book, setting both back on Clifford’s desk.
“Grandpa, please don’t get upset. Your health matters most.”
He spoke with genuine concern.
“Oh, so you do remember your grandpa has a heart condition!”
Clifford took a long sip of tea, forcing himself to calm down.
“When Nia joined me for a walk in the park the other day, we had a talk. From what I gathered, she’s dead set on divorcing you... So, what about you? Is that what you want, too?”
Jonathan didn’t answer right away.
The study fell into a long, weighted silence until Clifford saw his grandson nod, just barely.
“Yes.”
“And after the divorce? Once you and Nia are finished... what’s your plan?”
Clifford’s question was blunt, no sugar-coating.
Jonathan took his time before answering.
“I promised Marina that if I divorced Niamh, I’d make our relationship official…”
Aldenville Royal Art Gallery.
Niamh wandered through the exhibit, so absorbed in the paintings that she didn’t notice the familiar presence beside her.
“Looks like you’re pretty relaxed. Does that mean you’ve wrapped up all your designs for Luminous Divas Fashion Week?”
Even without turning around, Niamh could picture the smug look on Marina’s face.
She kept walking, but Marina called after her, voice echoing through the gallery:
“By the way, for Luminous Divas Fashion Week, my collection’s theme is ‘First Love’... Don’t worry about finding inspiration for yours. I’ve got it covered for you—how about ‘Divorce’ as your theme? Seems pretty fitting, doesn’t it?”
Niamh quickened her pace.
She had only come to the art gallery to find a little inspiration, but instead, she’d run right into disaster.
The following days blurred together as Niamh threw herself into preparations for Fashion Week, while Jonathan left on a business trip to Blackspire.
The divorce papers sat untouched between them.
But only for a while.
Two weeks later, Jonathan returned and found a message from Niamh waiting on WhatsApp:
I accept the 10% shares of The Thomas Group. If you’re free today, let’s go to city hall and finalize the divorce.
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