Zinnia had been waiting for Landon to confront her.
She had even planned to use the opportunity to suggest ending their marriage early.
But the confrontation never came. By the next morning, Landon still hadn’t brought up what happened last night—the cruel words she’d thrown at Noelle.
When she stepped out of her room fully dressed, she found Landon in the kitchen, just as he’d been the day before, setting out breakfast.
“Breakfast’s ready.”
He called out to her, holding two mugs of steaming milk.
His usually stern face showed not a hint of anger.
Had Noelle really not tattled on her?
That didn’t seem like Noelle at all.
Zinnia sat at the table, looking bewildered, and picked up her breakfast, absentmindedly chewing.
“Last night, Noelle said you insulted her,” Landon said suddenly. His tone was almost casual, as though they were discussing the weather.
No accusation. No trace of irritation. Just idle conversation.
Zinnia’s hand froze, her fork hovering midair.
Of course. The chance to complain—Noelle would never pass that up.
But then… why wasn’t Landon angry?
Or was this just the calm before the storm?
Zinnia glanced up at him, her eyes carefully unreadable as she tried to gauge his mood.
“Yes. I did,” she admitted, taking a bite of her sandwich, her voice brisk and unapologetic.
She stayed on guard, ready for Landon to lash out.

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