The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 596

**Military 596**
**Chapter 596: Meeting Graham**

“Later this afternoon, I have a meeting scheduled with Mr. Godfrey to discuss everything in person,” Laura said, her voice steady, though a flicker of anxiety danced behind her calm facade.

As the afternoon sun filtered through the cafe’s large windows, Laura found herself seated across from Graham in a cozy, quiet upstairs room. The soft clinking of porcelain cups and the distant murmur of patrons provided a gentle backdrop to their serious conversation about evidence and strategy. The atmosphere was charged with an unspoken tension as they mapped out their next steps.

Suddenly, the serene ambiance shattered as Weston’s tall silhouette strode through the glass doors, his presence commanding immediate attention. He moved with an air of confidence that was hard to ignore, and Laura felt her heart quicken as he entered her line of sight.

For days, she had successfully evaded him, creating a fragile illusion that their lives were on separate paths, never to intersect again. The office gossip continued to swirl around them like a persistent fog, but she knew that such rumors had a short shelf life; they would eventually dissolve into nothingness. Soon, she would reclaim her peaceful existence, a life untouched by Weston’s presence—a reality she longed for.

“Well, if it isn’t Mr. Windore,” Graham remarked, surprise flickering across his features as he caught sight of Weston. “Ms. Wentworth, if you’ll excuse me for a moment, I’d like to say hello. I’ll be back shortly.”

“Of course,” Laura replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Her lips felt parched, sticking together momentarily before she managed to speak, and afterward, she pressed them together again, tasting the bitter remnants of her unsweetened coffee mingled with the metallic tang of her rising nerves.

Graham stood, pushing back his chair with a smooth motion, and adjusted his suit as he made his way toward Weston and the small entourage that followed him like shadows. The two men exchanged firm handshakes, and then Graham turned back to Laura, tilting his chin slightly in her direction.

Weston’s gaze followed the gesture, locking onto hers for a brief, electrifying moment that felt like an eternity. But just as quickly, he broke the connection, turning away as if she were merely another passerby in a bustling crowd.

That look—flat, polite, and devoid of curiosity—struck her with an unexpected force. It was a stark reminder that, from this point forward, they were nothing more than fleeting silhouettes in each other’s lives.

The memory washed over her, dragging her back to a time at the university quad, years ago, after their breakup. She remembered the day vividly; she had run into him by chance, and he had regarded her with that same distant gaze, as if she were just another face drifting through the throngs of students.

Perhaps that moment had set the tone for everything that followed; from then on, they had truly become strangers.

So he really did give me what I asked for.

With a practiced smile that felt like a mask, she lifted her cup and drained the last sip, letting the warmth seep into her, a momentary comfort against the chill of her thoughts.

When Graham returned, he slid back into his seat, a hint of apology in his expression. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, Ms. Wentworth,” he said, his voice sincere.

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