Ethan Blackwood’s replies to Chloe Bennett were short, almost indifferent.
He couldn’t stop thinking about Naomi Hart. In the seven years they had been married, they had barely dated. Shared meals were rare. Most nights he stayed out late with his friends, then called her to pick him up while those same friends openly mocked her.
If he had treated her with even a fraction of kindness, would she still have walked away?
Julian Blackwood was equally miserable. He picked at the foreign breakfast with clear distaste and quietly longed for the days when Naomi had been at home. Back then, the table always held his favorite dishes the moment he returned from school.
Father and son sat in silence, faces tight. Chloe tried several times to lighten the mood. When neither responded, she eventu
