Viya's POV
The spring sunrise was soft yet piercing to my eyes.
I waited for a while, noticing Lucius hadn't returned yet, and found myself unconsciously glancing toward the backyard. He was still on the phone. Whatever the person on the other end said made his normally straight spine visibly slump. He looked utterly defeated in an instant.
I rarely saw him like this. But then again, our marriage had reached this point because of his own actions. Whatever the outcome, he deserved to face the consequences.
Martha noticed I hadn't touched my vegetable soup and asked with concern, "Would you like me to add some sugar to it?"
She always remembered my sweet tooth.
"No, thank you," I shook my head, not wanting to waste the soup. I picked it up and began to drink.
After a s
