LOGINElodie's POV By the time I finished getting dressed, Kevin was gone.I found the bedroom door slightly ajar and the appointment folder still inside the drawer where I had left it. For a moment, I considered moving it somewhere safer, but there was no reason to hide it. He had already seen the confirmation. Whether he liked what it said or not, nothing about my plans had changed.I collected my bag and headed downstairs.The housekeeper had prepared breakfast, and I sat at the dining table long enough to eat something before leaving. My phone buzzed while I was checking the time.It was a message from the theatre assistant.The director would like to speak with you when you arrive. He wants to go over the arrangements for your role.I replied that I would be there shortly.The journey to the theatre was uneventful. I spent most of it reviewing the notes I had made the previous evening, particularly the sections the musical director wanted me to examine. There was still plenty to do be
Elodie's POV For a moment, neither of us moved.Kevin stood beside the table, holding the appointment confirmation in one hand. His eyes were fixed on the document, and I tightened the belt of my bathrobe before crossing the room."Give it to me."He looked up. "What is this?""Something that belongs to me."I reached for the paper, but he didn't immediately release it."You're going to Italy?"I pulled the document from his hand and placed it inside the folder before he could inspect anything else."Yes.""For what?"I looked at him. "A full-time position as a vocal coach and resident arranger at the Royal Opera House for their upcoming international season. I've already accepted."His expression shifted. "You've accepted a position in Italy?""That's what I just said.""When did this happen?""Some time ago.""And you didn't think to tell me?"I gave a small, humourless laugh. "I tried to tell you I was leaving, Kevin. I told you I wanted a divorce more than once, but you never too
Elodie's POVI spent most of the morning in my bedroom, going through the documents the theatre's assistant had sent me.The previous day's conversation with Kevin occasionally came back to mind. He had asked several questions about the opportunity, particularly about Adam and how closely we would be working together. I hadn't thought much of it at the time, but his interest had been unusual.Kevin had never paid much attention to my activities outside the house. Even when I had been involved in theatre before, he rarely asked what I was doing or how things were going. Yet now, he seemed interested in knowing how often I would be seeing Adam.I couldn't decide whether it was simply curiosity or something else. Perhaps he was only trying to understand the arrangement, as he had claimed. Still, I found it strange that Adam had become such a significant part of his questions when the opportunity itself had very little to do with him.I pushed the thought aside. Whatever Kevin's reasons
Kevin's POVI locked my phone and placed it on the desk, but the image remained in my mind.There was nothing particularly unusual about the photograph. Adam was standing beside Elodie, and they were looking at a musical score. It was an ordinary moment captured during rehearsal.Still, I found myself opening it again.Elodie was smiling.I couldn't remember the last time she had looked that comfortable around me.I put my phone away and turned my attention to the documents on my desk. The production was preparing for an upcoming preview, and Elodie had apparently been asked to assist with some of the vocal arrangements.She had never mentioned wanting to return to theatre until recently. Now she was spending her mornings there, working alongside Adam and people who seemed to know a side of her I had barely bothered to understand.I closed the report and checked the time. It was getting late.By the time I arrived home that evening, the house was quiet. I loosened my tie as I entered
Elodie's POVI opened the message."Your father and I need to speak with you. Call me when you get home. We cannot keep pretending everything is fine when you're making decisions that will affect this entire family."I read it twice before locking my phone.My mother had never been particularly interested in what I wanted. Even now, she seemed more concerned about how my decision would affect the family than why I had reached it in the first place.“Elodie?”I looked up. Adam was approaching from the auditorium, his script tucked beneath his arm.“Are you leaving already?”“I thought I'd let you get back to work. You've already got enough to deal with.”He chuckled. “That's true, but I don't think the director will mind if I steal a few more minutes.”I smiled. “What is it?”“I wanted to ask whether you've given her offer any thought.”I glanced towards the stage, where the cast had resumed rehearsing. “It's an interesting opportunity. I just wasn't expecting her to ask me to get invo
Elodie's POV I tightened my grip on the phone. “What exactly did Mum hear?”Claire hesitated. “I don't know everything. She said you sounded different when you were at the house, and some things you said made her think you were planning to leave Kevin. She told me to find out if you're actually serious about the divorce.”I stared at the wall beside my bed. “And what did you tell her?”“That I didn't know. Elodie, are you really going to do it?”“Yes.”The answer came without hesitation.Claire went quiet before asking, “Even after six years? You're just going to walk away from the marriage?”“I've spent six years trying to make it work. That's enough.”“But what about Mum and Dad? If Kevin stops helping them financially, things will become difficult.”“That isn't my responsibility, Claire. They made their choices, and I'm making mine.”She sighed. “Mum says you should think care







