Outside the office door, Adelle paced once. Twice. Then three times. She paused, glanced at the antique grandfather clock down the hall, muttered something about "divine timing," and promptly knelt beside the door like a spy who moonlighted as a maid.
"I'm not nosy," she whispered, pressing her ear gently to the wood. "I'm concerned. There's a difference."
Inside, Shen's voice was muffled, but just audible.
"—you're stalling, my beautiful Ava. If you're serious about annulling Zachary, now's the time. I already got the best lawyer in town to accidentally bump into your dad on the golf course."
Adelle's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped so fast it almost hit the floor. Annulment?! She clapped a hand over her mouth before her gasp turned into a scream.
Inside, Ava's voice followed, laced with stress and a heavy helping of existential regret. "You think it's that easy? I can't just go to Zach and say, 'Surprise! It's not you, it's my sanity!'"
