Chapter 2

It took Fiona seven days to come home again.

She carried a gift box in her arms and a few takeout bags in her hands.

Behind her, as always, was Steven.

Ever since Steven returned, this had become normal—him hovering around, us fighting, her ignoring me for days, then showing up like nothing had happened.

Now, she wore the same dismissive expression I'd seen a hundred times.

"Look, you were treated unfairly last time. I brought Steven here to apologize to you—in person."

She nodded at Steven.

He forced a stiff bow, barely hiding his resentment.

"Sorry, man. I shouldn't have hit you at your grandma's party or called you a homewrecker. It was just a joke, you know? I apologize. Happy now?"

His words were polite, but his eyes said loser when Fiona wasn't watching.

Fiona shoved the gift box into my arms.

"There. Steven apologized. It's done. Now go cancel the divorce filing."

"I know your grandma's health is fragile, so I've arranged for the best specialists at St. Mary's. She's in a private suite now—bills go to me. Don't worry about it."

"And the birthday thing? Once the gossip dies down, I'll throw her a proper party to make up for it."

She opened the takeout boxes as she spoke.

The best parts of each dish had already been picked out.

Steven shrugged. "Sorry, Fi—I got hungry on the way. Took a bite out of each one. Kyle won't mind eating my leftovers, right?"

Fiona gave him a fond, exasperated look, then turned to me.

"He was hungry. It's not a big deal."

I pushed the gift box aside and looked at her.

"I don't want your charity."

"And Grandma's medical bills—I'll pay them myself. Her birthday doesn't need a makeup party from anyone else."

Fiona's face darkened. "You're making a scene over food now?"

"Look at yourself, Kyle Wilson. You got fired. You live off your wife. Your grandma's in a private suite because I arranged it. All you do is run your mouth—what else are you good for?"

I didn't argue. I dropped the gift box in the trash and pointed at the takeout.

"Throw out these leftovers too."

The maid hesitated. Fiona's expression went cold.

"Are you seriously still picking a fight?"

I gave a bitter smile. "If that's how you want to see it, fine."

I turned to leave, not wanting to see either of them.

Fiona's voice came from behind me, frozen and final.

"Kyle Wilson, I'll give you one last chance. Take the gift. Eat the food. Go cancel the divorce filing yourself. Act like none of this happened."

"Because if you don't take the way out I'm giving you now, there won't be another one."

I kept walking.

"Thanks for the offer, Miss Harrison. Give it to someone who needs it."

Behind me, I heard her cold, furious laugh.

Then she turned to Steven.

"Tonight. The Harrison family dinner. You're coming with me."

Steven's face lit up. "Me? Fiona, that's a family event. What am I supposed to be?"

Fiona wrapped her arm around his.

"My fiancé, of course."

I spun around, disbelief crashing through me.

But Fiona's eyes were fixed on Steven.

"Steven, I'm divorcing Kyle. Will you marry me?"

Steven shot me a triumphant glare and answered without a second's hesitation.

"Yes. Yes, I will."

Fiona turned to face me, my face pale as death.

"You wanted a divorce, right? Who I marry after that is none of your business."

My voice cracked. "You're right. Who you marry is your choice. I couldn't care less."

Fiona's eyes burned into me. Then she grabbed Steven's arm and marched out.

"Kyle Wilson," she called over her shoulder, "you'll regret this!"