The banquet had been running nearly two hours, and Julian hadn't touched a drop of alcohol.
Eleanor guessed his stomach trouble was acting up again.
The two of them had spent the last few days locked in divorce proceedings. She hadn't brewed his herbal medicine once during that stretch, and there was no way he'd been drinking it, since she was the only one who knew the exact ratios, the timing, all of it.
A thought flickered through her mind: let him suffer for it.
But she couldn't quite bring herself to be that cold.
She pulled out her phone and typed out every single detail of his stomach remedy, ingredient names, exact ratios, preparation method, all of it, meticulous to the last step. Before hitting send, she hesitated over whether to add a greeting. Some kind of explanation.
She
